Hi again!
Time to discuss something about recently read book – The Zahir from Paulo Coelho. Book is truly good but I want to say something here – I read The Alchemist and I was impressed by Paulo’s writing. I am still impressed but now I feel that its typical of him. Just the same style and same attitude towards looking at certain things.
Anyway, I am no way as good as Mr. Paulo Coelho and hence I think I have no right to make any comment or critics.
But something that touched my soul: Some paragraphs writing here which I would like to share with all of you. :
A sense of paradise descends from the skies. And I am aware that I am living through an unforgettable moment in my life; it is kind of awareness we often have precisely when the magic moment has passed. I am entirely here, without past, without future, entirely focused on the morning, on the music of the horses’ hooves, on the gentleness of the wind caressing my body, on the unexpected grace of contemplating sky, earth, human beings. I feel a sense of adoration and ecstasy. I am thankful for being alive. I pray quietly, listening to the voice of nature, and understanding that the invisible world always manifests itself in the visible world.
I ask the sky some questions, the same questions I used to ask my mother when I was a child :
Why do we love certain people & hate others?
Where do we go after we die?
Why are we born if, in the end, we die?
What does God mean?
The nature responds with the constant sound of wind. And that is enough : knowing that the fundamental questions of life will never be answered, and that we can, nevertheless, still go forward.
The last touching paragraph which I feel to share here is :
In the words of a Parsian sage: Love is a disease no one wants to get rid of. Those who catch it never try to get better, and those who suffer do not wish to be cured.
