It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living or what you own. 

I want to know do you possess a gut-wrenching desire for a dream or goals. 

It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to 
know if you will risk looking like a fool for your dreams and for the 
adventure of being alive. 

 
I don't need to know how hard you've worked all your life for peanuts, I want to know did you learn how to make peanut butter?
It doesn't matter how many friends and family made near-successful attempts to talk you out of your dreams, I want to know that you  acquired  the skill of selective deafness.
I don't want to know how many times you filed bankruptcy, I want know that you will not quit on banking on your dreams.
I don't want to know how many failed marriages you've had, I want to know did you leave your spouse in a “sunny” disposition.
It doesn’t interest me who you know. 
I want to know how well you know yourself and what sustains you from the inside when all else is diminished to a quagmire of disgust and frustration.

 I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and 
if you truly like the company you keep in those empty moments.
Man don't make perfection, GOD didn't make a mistake, you are here for purpose that only you can undertake.