I just finished reading Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist. It’s a really thought provoking tale of finding your dreams, even when events drive you away from them for a while.
Once in a while your heart speaks to you, asking you to do something. But then you have obligations, distractions and fears that take you further away from your desires. Then after a while you stop listening to your heart, and then it gives you the silent treatment. Then it comes roaring back to you in the form of a middle-age crisis.
You know, the type of crisis that makes you want to buy a ferari or sleep with the postman. Not that I have a middle age crisis though. But I’ve always been fearful of it since watching American Beauty. ( One of my favorite movies )
And then theres the problem of telling other people your dreams. You get this “Okayy…” and then this silent moment after that. I don’t know if its just me but I think people find it uncomfortable to talk about their dreams. Maybe we think that they’re unrealistic or unattainable ?
Anyways, reading the book itself was quite a challenge for me. Like my friend Ik, I have a little attention problem. While reading, I want to chat on MSN a while, or listen to music, or play video games.
I believe this could actually be happening to my life on a bigger scale. Like getting distracted from doing what’s really important in my own damned life. Well , maybe all this uselessness stems from the fact that I’m still not yet working and staying at home.
That’s gonna pass soon though, maybe one day I’ll miss these bumming days. Heck , I might even work for Microsoft or the MDC . Fingers crossed , hope for the best. Interviews time !