One more for now before I run.

'Before you find out who you are, you have to figure out who you aren’t.' - Iyanla Vanzant

'You are not in the universe. You are the universe, an intrinsic part of it. Ultimately you are not a person, but a focal point where the universe is becoming conscious of itself. What an amazing miracle.' - Eckhart Tolle

When you have the power to love, in stead of having the love for power. Only then you will know piece... My personal favourite ... Jimmy Hendrix....

Mmm... Kurt Cobain... Nobody dies a virgin, because the universe fucks us all.... (And my favourite, written on his guitar).... "Vandalism!! Beautiful like a rock in a cop's face...." ID rather be hated for who I am , then be loved for who Im not...

Most amazing man on earth ... Bruce Dickinson.... "When you cut human beings down to size, we really quite simple creatures. Food, shelter, warmth, light, heat and you build it up from there really untill you finally go Gucci shoes or what ever... All those desires are ultimitly, there about gratification.

And from my own... One day all of us will ly on that silver table.... Just saying

Gee ladies, I love this thread and the thoughts you're sharing on it. Thank you for starting it Lexus.

Just goes to show the the ladies on this site not only possess beauty... but also brains.

Please don't stone me now for what I'm about to say, but I think too often it happens that guys think the ladies on this site are only good enough for one thing.. a good f@ck & are a bunch of bimbo's.

Just goes to show to never judge a book by it's cover.

A stream of consciousness masquerading as wisdom.

I know why I started this thread, let everyone have their own assumptions I aint going to let anyone Mar it with their negative energy!

People in Glass houses shouldn't cast stones!

Lexus, this is a beautiful thread with lots of personal inspiration posted. We are each on our own journey.

I don't know what inspired it, but Thank you! You have stirred a lot of profound responses.

The Invitation - Oriah Mountain Dreaded

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 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, 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. If you can be faithless 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 own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at 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 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 to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know 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 the empty moments.

Mwah

Arz