Saturday, May 13, 2006
Warrior of the Light Online
I knew when I first read The Alchemist that it was a book about myself. The young boy wanders as a shepherd of a flock that cannot speak to him, comfort him, or believe him but simply follow his cane. And after so many years, laying there between day and night as a young person does, he suddenly was frightened into his path. And on the way down that path, he became a new person, and learned about the joys of looking with life in one's eyes rather than at life, or to life.
Anyway, it was a journey that many have taken with his book, but I felt as if I aged with it, suddenly, and saw myself years later looking back and thinking, "so, this is the face of suspense." I was very young when I read his book, and stole it from someone, and kept reading it.
We should all keep these memories close, and look at them as he says to look at life around us- walk with a spoon full of oil, see your surroundings, but always remember to keep that oil from spilling.
The kind of writer that doesn't disappear with the cover once you turn the page into the book.