(Daughter's POV #2)
I was around 10-12 when I loved reading novels and fiction. There’s this joy I feel whenever my mother would let me buy a book that I took interest in. Going to malls meant I could go to the bookstore, and stare at countless book spines and covers. I romanticized my life at the time. Imagining I’m in the universe the book took place in. As if I’m a minor character in the story or just someone who helps the main characters get to their senses. But now I am turning 18. I moved past that. All those books I bought, the feeling of contentment and accomplishment whenever I finish reading a 300 paged book were now forgotten. My priorities changed, and maybe reading stayed there in the depths of the list. And I wanted to feel everything I felt back then again. I wanted to be that 12-year-old girl who never had anything to care for but her own space and books. And I came across The Alchemist.
Maybe I was kidding myself. It had been years since I had the urge to read one page or a chapter. Let alone finish an entire piece. But I was excited. I was excited knowing I have just bought a book that might just change how I perceive the world. The day it came, I excused myself from all the chores that were waiting to be finished, and started reading Paulo Coelho’s classic.
For someone who keeps questioning my purpose as to why I’m alive, this book literally just punched me in the gut. A purpose is something that is not given to you after you are born. Yes, it is something we sought for. But it is not something that will show itself to us whenever we want it to. There should be a situation in which this purpose pulls us to them and gradually shows us the way how we accomplish it. There might be instances where it leads us to bad happenings or good omens; there would also be times when we just want to feel contentment and not continue the journey that life has for us. Sometimes, your heart will tell you to go no further and experience the suffering and pain that might be ahead. But if you think about it, even if these troubles come forth, there is always an object or a motivation that keeps us standing and running towards our goal, our purpose. It might be a person, it might be an object that we kept dear, it might be a past memory that we don’t want to happen again or we want to go back to. Yet, it is never less, but enough. Enough for us to do things we thought were impossible just to fulfill a life well-lived.
After finishing The Alchemist, I thought to myself that I did the right thing. Impulsively buying an expensive book, not knowing if I could finish it in one sitting (I did, I finished it after 5 hours 😭👍). I’m glad I started reading again with this book. The lessons and quotations that made me question my existence made me reflect on a lot of things.
I am now looking forward to all the books waiting for me to read them, but first, maybe I should save up more to buy them.
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The last 5 hours that I'm filling by an intellectual effort, I also enjoyed drinking my choco mocha flavored culture blends Belgian delight coffee. It is actually I think our new favorite. It has a variety of flavors that we could choose from. I might try the Italian Creamy the next time I'll do another reading stuff.😉
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