“It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk feeling like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
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; to be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
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 fails away. If you can still conquer when all is lost and fly when your wings have been clipped.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”