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Aquarius · Looking for: Man, 39–49
Honestly, I couldn't give a crap about how much money you have, or if you own or rent, or what kind of vehicle you drive or how many possessions you own....those are not the things that make a man, a man. It's about the obstacles you have overcome, the lessons that you have learned from them, did they make you a stronger person(I sure hope so) did they make you even more passionate about living and enjoying life? (They should.) Life's to short to let it waste away worrying about how much stuff one can accumulate. You can't take stuff with you when you leave? I want to accumulate memories and leave others remembering me and my adventures rather than the stuff I own. My mom used to say, "make sure you marry a rich man when you grow up" and I used to argue that I didn't want to be with a man that was more in love with money and material possessions than he was with me. And that I didn't care if we lived in a lean-to in the bush, hunting for food...as long as he is strong enough to stand by my side through whatever obstacles we may encounter..., that is the kind of man that will win my heart. Yesterday I was at my local Pet Smart buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my loyal pet, Biscuit, the Wonder Dog, and was in the checkout line when the woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think I had, an elephant? So on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the Purina Diet again. I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again.. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story.) Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no, I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's ass and a car hit us both. I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard.Pet Smart won't let me shop there anymore. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Someone asked me why I'm still single and I explained that I am too smart to play games, I'm too good to settle for a loser, and I'm too ****ing strong and outspoken for a balless man to handle....._______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________The Invitation(Oriah Mountain Dreamer,Indian Elder)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 about 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 dreams,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,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 the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful,be 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 faithful and therefore trustworthy.I want to know if you can see beauty,even when it is not pretty every day,and if you can source your life from its presence.I want to know if you can live with failure,yours or mine,and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the moon,"Yes!"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 the 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 who you are,or how you came to be here.I want to know if 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 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 empty moments.______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________As time and lifeshould come and goI cannot let itpass me by.For if I were a birdI would have to learn to fly.I would have to take a leapand widely spread my wings.The fear would go awayby thinking of wonderful things......such as....a smile, a caress, a kiss...all the little things that we all seem to miss.As I am flying through the airSoaring through the sky...It is than that I realize On my ownI must get by.byCB
