My friend sent me this via email this morning and apparently it's called "The Declaration of Non-Interest":
"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 of 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 centre 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 of 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 dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, realistic or 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 your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithul and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty everyday and if you can source your life on the edge of the lake and shout the silver of the moon.
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me whom you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."
She ended the email with: "Don't ever settle for second best, because you are a worthy woman."
Wow! And I thought I had high standards! Right?
Seriously, though: what man can live up to these type of expectations? He needs to be a saint, but still be an eligible bachelor (unlikely combination). Am I right or am I right?
Please let me know if there are men like this out there or if this is just some woman trying to create yet another Prince Charming to whom all other men look pale in comparison!!!!!!