Trumpet Egos
Oh hey, how you durn? I'm Megan. Megan Dolan :3
I'm 15, and I try and find the best in people, but only surround myself with people who try and find the best in me. Music is everything to me, and I believe has the ability to work miracles. I march drum corps as a trumpet player. Music City 2012 hornline. It's safe to say God is what has gotten me to where I am today. I don't curse, smoke, or drink. So yeah, I hope you like my blog :3
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The Invitation
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 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,
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,
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.
If you can be faithless,
and therefore trustworthy.
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 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.
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.
