Maktub
Paulo Coelho
Dedicated to Nha Chica
PART 5
Catagory:Fiction
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Posted Date:08/22/2024
Posted By:utopia online
even if you know that you could be doing it better. If you accept your possibilities in the present, there is no doubt that you will improve in the future. But if you deny that you have limitations, you will never be rid of them. “Confront your path with courage, and don't be afraid of the criticism of others. And, above all, don't allow yourself to become paralyzed by self-criticism. “God will be with you on your sleepless nights, and will dry your tears with His love. God is for the valiant.” The master and his disciples were traveling, and, on the road, were unable to eat properly. The master asked some of them to go and seek food. The disciples returned at the end of the day. Each brought with him the little he had been able to gain through the charity of others: fruit that was already going bad, stale bread and bitter wine. One of the disciples, however, brought with him a bag of ripe apples. “I would do anything to help my master and my brothers,” he said, sharing the apples with the others. “Where did you get these?” asked the master. “I had to steal them,” the disciple answered. “People were giving me only spoiled food, even though they knew that we were preaching the word of God.” “Get away with your apples, and never come back,” said the master. “Anyone who would rob for me, would rob from me.” We go out into the world in search of our dreams and ideals. Often we make inaccessible that which is within our reach. When we realize the error, we feel we have wasted our time, seeking in the distance what was close at hand. We blame ourselves for making such a mistake, for our useless search and for the problems we have caused. The master says: “Although the treasure may be buried in your house, you will find it only if you leave in search of it. If Peter had not experienced the pain of rejection, he would not have been chosen as the head of the Church. If the prodigal son had not abandoned everything, he would not have been given a feast by his father. There are certain things in our lives that carry a seal that says: 'You will appreciate my value only after you have lost me... and recovered me. ' It does no good to try to shorten the path.” The master was meeting with his favorite disciple, and asked him how his spiritual progress was going. The disciple answered that he was now able to dedicate every moment of his day to God. “So, then, all that's left is to forgive your enemies,” said the master. The disciple looked at his master, startled: “But that's not necessary. I bear no ill will toward my enemies.” “Do you think that God bears you any ill will?” asked the master. “Of course not,” the disciple answered. “Yet you ask for his forgiveness, don't you? Do the same with your enemies, even though you bear them no ill will. A person who forgives is washing and perfuming his own heart.” The young Napoleon was trembling like a reed in the wind during the ferocious bombardments at Toulon . A soldier, seeing him that way, said to his fellow soldiers, “Look at him, he's scared to death.” “Yes, I am,” replied Napoleon. “But I go on fighting. If you felt half the fear I feel, you would have fled a long time ago.” The master says: “Fear is not a sign of cowardice. It is fear that allows us be brave and dignified in the face of life's situations. Someone who experiences fear -and despite the fear goes on, without allowing it to intimidate him -is giving proof of valiance. But someone who tackles difficult situations without taking the danger into account, is proving only his irresponsibility.” The wanderer is at the feast of Saint John , with its tents, archery contests and country food. Suddenly, a clown begins to mimic his gestures. People laugh, and the wanderer laughs, as well, and invites the clown to have coffee with him. “Commit to life!” says the clown. “If you are alive, you have to shake your arms, jump around, make noise, laugh and talk to people. Because life is exactly the opposite of death. To die is to remain forever in the same position. If you are too quiet, you are not living.” A disciple and his master were walking in the fields one morning. The disciple was asking what diet was needed to provide purification. Although his master had always insisted that all foods were holy, the disciple did not believe it. “There must be some meal that brings us closer to God,” the disciple said. “Well, perhaps you are right. Those mushrooms there, for example,” said the master. The disciple was excited, thinking that the mushrooms would provide him with purification and ecstasy. But as he stooped to pick one he screamed: “These are poisonous! If I were to eat even one of them, I would die instantly!” he said, horrified. “Well, I don't know any other food that would bring you so quickly to God,” said the master. In the winter of 1981, the wanderer is walking with his wife through the streets ofPrague , when he sees a boy doing drawings of some neighborhood buildings. He likes what he sees, and decides to buy one. When he holds out the money, he notices that the boy has no gloves -and the temperature is in the 20s. “Why don't you wear gloves?” he asks. “So that I can hold my pencil.” They talk a bit aboutPrague . The boy offers to do a drawing of the wanderer's wife's face, free of charge. As he waits for the drawing to be completed, the wanderer realizes that something strange had happened: he had conversed for almost five minutes with the boy, and neither spoke the other's language. They had used only gestures, smiles and facial expressions -but the will to share something had allowed them to enter into the world of language without words. A friend took Hassan to the door of a mosque, where a blind man was begging. “This blind man is the wisest person in our country,” said the friend. “How long have you been blind,” Hassan asked the man. “Since birth,” the man answered. “And how did you become so wise?” “Since I didn't accept my blindness, I tried to become an astronomer,” the man answered. “But, since I couldn't see the heavens, I was forced to imagine the stars, the sun and the galaxies. And, the closer I came to God's work, the closer I came to His wisdom.” In a bar in a remote village in Spain , close to the city of Olite , there is a sign placed there by the owner. “Just as I succeeded in finding all the answers, all the questions changed.” The master says: “We are always concerned with finding answers. We feel that answers are important to understand what life means. “It is more important to live fully, and allow time to reveal to us the secrets of our existence. If we are too concerned with making sense of life, we prevent nature from acting, and we become unable to read God's signs.” There is an Australian legend about a shaman who was walking with his three sisters when they met the most famous warrior of the time. “I want to marry one of these beautiful girls,” the warrior said. “If one of them marries, the other two will suffer”, said the shaman. “I am looking for a tribe that allow its men to have three wives.” For years, they walked the entire Australian continent without finding such a tribe. “At least one of us could have been happy,” said one of the sisters when they were old, and sick of walking. “I was wrong,” said the shaman. “But now it's too late.” And he turned the three sisters into blocks of stone, so that all who passed by would understand that one person's happiness does not mean others must be sad. The journalist, Walter Carelli, went to interview the Argentine writer, Jorge Luis Borges. When his interview had been completed, they began to talk about the language that exists beyond words, and about the human being's great capacity to understand others. “I will give you an example,” said Borges. And he began to speak in a strange language. Then he stopped and asked the journalist what he had been saying. Before Carelli could respond, the photographer who was with him said: “It's the 'Our Father. '” “Exactly,” said Borges. “I was reciting it in Finnish.” An animal trainer with the circus is able to dominate elephants by using a very simple trick: when the animal is still a child, he lashes one of his legs to the trunk of a tree. No matter how hard he struggles, the young elephant is unable to free himself. Little by little, he becomes used to the idea that the trunk of the tree is more powerful than he is. When he becomes an adult possessing tremendous
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