I finally picked up The Alchemist and got past the boy getting robbed at the bar in Tangiers.
I don’t know what conspired with the universe to get me to push forth this time. Honestly I could have finished the book ages ago, but for some reason there was no chemistry before this time.
Why is it that each previous reading felt cumbersome and contrived, but now it felt fluid and relevant? The irony is that lately I feel more spiritually disconnected than ever before. Or maybe that’s the reason why I connected to the book as a sort of spiritual glue to heal my fractured spirit. Or maybe being aware of spiritual disconnection is actually a higher state of spirituality, forcing you to address your inner status.
The experience of reading the book reflects one of the ideas of the book, which is that the journey is often better than the destination. But this is something I’ve always believed, journeys yield more unexpected fruit than the end of the road.
The main idea, which is so relevant to me at this juncture in my life, is that change hurts. But change is also productive, teaches you to trust your voice. And often, the treasure you seek may be right under your derrière but you have to get up and walk around to find it.