I saw a poem today, that says.
"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."
I may have shed a tear, it was on a random shop window and I took a picture of it and now I can't stop thinking about it so I thought i'd share it.