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August 23, 2009 - Sunday
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Current mood:  betrayed
"Vous n'êtes pas du tout semblables à ma rose, vous n'êtes rien encore,
leur dit-il. Personne ne vous a apprivoisées et vous n'avez apprivoisé
personne. Vous êtes comme était mon renard. Ce n'était qu'un renard
semblable à cent mille autres. Mais j'en ai fait mon ami, et il est
maintenant unique au monde." Et les roses étaient bien gênées. "Vous
êtes belles, mais vous êtes vides, leur dit-il encore. On ne peut pas
mourir pour vous. Bien sûr, ma rose à moi, un passant ordinaire
croirait qu'elle vous ressemble. Mais à elle seule elle est plus
importante que vous toutes, puisque c'est elle que j'ai arrosée.
Puisque c'est elle que j'ai mis sous globe. Puisque c'est elle que j'ai
abritée par le paravent. Puisque c'est elle dont j'ai tué les chenilles
(sauf deux ou trois pour les papillons). Puisque c'est elle que j'ai
écoutée se plaindre, ou se vanter, ou même quelquefois se taire.
Puisque c'est ma rose."
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July 30, 2009 - Thursday
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Current mood:  romantic
All I know is that, like Santiago the shepherd boy, we all need to be
aware of our personal calling. What is a personal calling? It is God’s
blessing, it is the path that God chose for you here on Earth. Whenever
we do something that fills us with enthusiasm, we are following our
legend. However, we don’t all have the courage to confront our own
dream.
Why?
There are four obstacles. First: we are told from childhood onwards
that everything we want to do is impossible. We grow up with this idea,
and as the years accumulate, so too do the layers of prejudice, fear
and guilt. There comes a time when our personal calling is so deeply
buried in our soul as to be invisible. But it’s still there.
If we have the courage to disinter dream, we are then faced by the
second obstacle: love. We know what we want to do, but are afraid of
hurting those around us by abandoning everything in order to pursue
their dream. We do not realize that love is just a further impetus, not
something that will prevent them going forwards. We do not realize that
those who genuinely wish us well want us to be happy and are prepared
to accompany us on that journey.
Once we have accepted that love is a stimulus, we come up against the
third obstacle: fear of the defeats we will meet on the path. We who
fight for our dream, suffer far more when it doesn’t work out, because
we cannot fall back on the old excuse: “Oh, well, I didn’t really want
it anyway.” We do want it and know that we have staked everything on it
and that the path of the personal calling is no easier than any other
path, except that our whole heart is in this journey. Then, we warriors
of light must be prepared to have patience in difficult times and to
know that the Universe is conspiring in our favor, even though we may
not understand how.
I ask myself: are defeats necessary?
Well, necessary or not, they happen. When we first begin fighting for
our dream, we have no experience and make many mistakes. The secret of
life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.
So, why is it so important to live our personal calling if we are only going to suffer more than other people?
Because, once we have overcome the defeats – and we always do – we are
filled by a greater sense of euphoria and confidence. In the silence of
our hearts, we know that we are proving ourselves worthy of the miracle
of life. Each day, each hour, is part of the good fight. We start to
live with enthusiasm and pleasure. Intense, unexpected suffering passes
more quickly than suffering that is apparently bearable; the latter
goes on for years and, without our noticing, eats away at our soul,
until, one day, we are no longer able to free ourselves from the
bitterness and it stays with us for the rest of our lives.
Having disinterred our dream, having used the power of love to nurture
it and spent many years living with the scars, we suddenly notice that
what we always wanted is there, waiting for us, perhaps the very next
day. Then comes the fourth obstacle: the fear of realizing the dream
for which we fought all our lives.
Oscar Wilde said: ‘each man kills the thing he loves’. And it’s true.
The mere possibility of getting what we want fills the soul of the
ordinary person with guilt. We look around at all those who have failed
to get what they want and feel that we do not deserve to get what we
want either. We forget about all the obstacles we overcame, all the
suffering we endured, all the things we had to give up in order to get
this far. I have known a lot of people who, when their personal calling
was within their grasp, went on to commit a series of stupid mistakes
and never reached their goal – when it was only a step away.
This is the most dangerous of the obstacles because it has a kind of
saintly aura about it: renouncing joy and conquest. But if you believe
yourself worthy of the thing you fought so hard to get, then you become
an instrument of God, you help the Soul of the World and you understand
why you are here.
-Paulo Coelho
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July 11, 2009 - Saturday
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Current mood:  aroused
"Certain people, in their anxiety to build a world where no outside
threat could penetrate, increase exaggeratedly their defenses against
the outside – strangers, new places, different experiences – and leave
the inside unprotected. It is then that Bitterness begins to cause
irreversible harm.
The biggest target of Bitterness (or Vitriol, as the doctor of my
book preferred) is desire. People attacked by this evil begin losing
their desire for everything and in a few years are unable to go outside
their world – because they have used up enormous energy reserves
building high walls for the reality to be what they wanted it to be.
When avoiding outside attack, they also limit internal growth. They
continue going to work, watching television, complaining about the
traffic and having children, but all that happens automatically,
without really understanding why they are behaving like that – after
all, everything is under control.
The great problem of poisoning by Bitterness lies in the fact that
passions – hate, love, despair, enthusiasm and curiosity – also don’t
appear any more. After some time, the bitter person has no more desire.
They had no more will even to live, or to die; that was the problem.
For that reason, for bitter people, heroes and madmen are always
fascinating: they are not afraid to live or die. Both heroes and madmen
are indifferent in the face of danger and go on ahead in spite of
everyone saying not to do so. The madman commits suicide, the hero
offers himself up to martyrdom for a cause – but both die, and bitter
people spend many nights and days talking about the absurdness and
glory of the two types. That is the only moment when the bitter person
has the strength to reach the top of his defensive wall and look
outside a little; but soon his hands and feet tire and he returns to
daily life.
The chronically bitter person only notices his disease once a week:
on Sunday afternoons. Then, as he has no work or routine to relieve the
symptoms, he realizes that something is very wrong."
- Paulo Coelho
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May 5, 2009 - Tuesday
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Current mood:  rebellious
“It’s very difficult. But there is no choice: if you don’t pardon,
then you’ll think about the pain they caused you and that pain will
never go away. I’m not saying that you have to like those who do you
wrong. I’m not telling you to go back to that person’s company. I’m not
suggesting that you start seeing that person as an angel or as someone
who acted without any hurtful intentions. All I am saying is that the
energy of hate will take you nowhere, but the energy of pardon which
manifests itself through love will manage to change your life in a
positive sense.”
“I have been hurt many times.”
“That’s the reason that you still bear within yourself the little
boy who cried hiding from his parents, the boy who was the weakest in
his class. You still bear the marks of that frail little boy who could
never find a girlfriend and was never good at sports. You haven’t
managed to chase off the scars of some injustices they committed
against you during your life. But what good does that do you? None at
all. Absolutely nothing. Just a constant desire to feel sorry for
yourself for being the victim of those who were stronger. Or else dress
up like an avenger ready to inflict more wounds on those who hurt you.
Don’t you think you’re wasting your time with all that?”
“I think it’s human.”
“It’s certainly human. But it’s neither intelligent nor reasonable.
Respect your time on this Earth, understand that God has always
pardoned you, and learn to pardon too.”
After this conversation with J, which took place just before I
traveled to spend 40 days in the Mojave desert in the United States, I
began to understand better the boy, the adolescent, the hurt adult I
once was. One morning, going from the Valley of Death in California to
Tucson in Arizona, I made a mental list of everyone I thought I hated
because they had hurt me. I went along pardoning them one by one and
six hours later, in Tucson, my soul felt so light and my life had
changed much for the better.
Paulo Coelho
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