年假已过，开心不已。
继续做一个有趣的人，诚实的人，真实的人。
以此，继续做到养成良好的作息习惯，整洁，坚持，有趣，快乐。
学习会读诗歌，听欢快的歌曲。
可以有自己的感悟，但不可沉溺自怨自艾。
你为生存做些什么，我不关心
我想知道，你的渴求，你是否敢于梦想
你内心的渴望
你的年龄有多大，我不关心，我想知道，为了爱，为了梦，为了生机勃勃的奇遇，你是否愿意像傻瓜一样冒险
我不关心，是什么行星使你的月亮位于方照
我想知道，你是否已触及自己悲哀的中心
是否因生活的种种背叛而心胸开阔
抑或害怕更多的痛苦而变得消沉和封闭
我想知道，你是否能面对痛苦——我的或者你自己的
用不着去掩饰，使其消退或使其凝固
我想知道，你是否能安享快乐——我的或者你自己的，
你是否能充满野性地舞蹈，让狂喜注满你的指尖和足尖，
而不告诫我们要小心、要显示，要记住人的存在的局限
我并不关心你告诉我的故事是否真实
我想知道，你是否能为了真实地对待自己而不怕别人失望
你是否能承受背叛的自责而不出卖自己的灵魂
我想知道，你是否能忠心耿耿从而值得信赖
我想知道，你是否能保持精神饱满的状态
——即使每天的生活并不舒心
你是否能从上帝的存在中寻求自己生命的来源。
我想知道，你能否身处颓境，却依然站立在湖边对着银色的月光喊一声“真美”！
我并不关心你在哪里生活或者你拥有多少金钱
我想知道，在一个悲伤、绝望、厌烦、受到严重伤害的夜晚之后
你能否重新站起，为孩子们做一些需要的事情
我并不关心你是谁，你是如何来到这里
我想知道，你是否会同我一起站在火焰的中心，毫不退缩
我并不关心你在哪里受教育、你学了什么或者你同谁一起学习
我想知道，当一切都背弃了你时，是什么在内心支撑着你。
我想知道，你是否能孤独的面对你自己
在空寂的时候，你是否真正的喜欢你结交的朋友。
Oriah
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for,and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own. without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy. mine or your own, if you can with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray you own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trust worthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty,every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,”Yes”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money youhave. I want to know if you can get up,after the night of grief and despair,weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.I want to know you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have stuied. Iwant to know what sustains you , from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone width yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
