I read "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho this week, and spent most of the time reading it trying to decide how I felt about the tone of the book. It's a translation from portugese, so the slight preachiness could be a fault of translation. Regardless, I'm not sure I object. It's a good story about journeys, both within and without, and the need or obligation of every part of the world - plants, rocks, animals, wind - to fulfill its own Personal Legend, ones ultimate desire that lives within the soul and the heart.
Today, it's marinating. Today, this song by Namoli Brennet came on over the ol' iPod. Great song, immediately relevant for me and brought to me years ago by a dear friend who not only crossed into my heart long before, but is permanently wedged into the warm and sticky depths.
So what's my Personal Legend? I'm not sure. It's one of the things marinating in my brain and my heart. One aspect of the book that I disagree with is that I don't think it is ever too late to pursue ones dreams. It might become more difficult or more hazy and forgotten with the accumulation of time, but it is never too late.
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