You’ll have to forgive the absence of my stories this week. It has been a rough week. There was a bit of redeeming light in it. I have finished a book that I wasn’t even sure I wanted to read once upon a time. I found it both encouraging and reassuring.
Too often we find stories and philosophy separately, even though they are almost always intertwined. This is one of those rare occasions where you find both at the same time. Realizing as you read the story that there are lessons here.
The Alchemist is a wonderful story of a young boy out to find his ‘Personal Legend’ or reason for being. Along the way, he is guided to a hidden treasure. Yet, as in so many things, it is the journey which is the point.
How he grows, the things he learns, the way he sees and interacts with the world around him. At each point, his resolve is tested, and tried, sometimes to extreme measures. Through it all there is an overwhelming element of most things being about the choices we make, why, and how we may be judged for making them.
In the end what matters is always the lessons learned. The hidden treasure is not the material possessions, but the immaterial wherein lies the value.
Paulo Cohelo has written a wonderfully colourful story that will lift your heart and give you hope. Hope for what can be, hope that you may accomplish the same, and hope that what waits for us is not money or things. He does so with a cross-religious artistic flair that I’ve not seen before. It is at once exclusive and inclusive, a way to see perhaps what we may share through different religions rather than what may cause contention. It is in our shared beliefs that we can come together and I appreciate his sidebar views into them.
I highly recommend this book. I will have to continue reading this author to see if his other works are as insightful.