People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams,
because they feel that they don't deserve them,
or that they'll be unable to achieve them
The most important thing in all human relationships is conversation,
but people don’t talk anymore, they don’t sit down to talk and listen.
They go to the theater, the cinema, watch television, listen to the radio, read books, but they almost never talk.
If we want to change the world, we have to go back to a time when warriors would gather around a fire and tell stories
People give flowers as present because flowers contain true meaning of love.
Anyone who tries to posses a flower will have to watch its beauty fading.
But if you simply look at a flower in the field, you'll keep it forever.
That is what the forest taught me.
That you will never be mine,
and that is why i will never lose you
Really important meetings are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other.
Generally speaking, these meetings occur when we reach a limit, when we need to die and be reborn emotionally.
These meetings are waiting for us, but more often than not, we avoid them happening.
If we are desperate, though, if we have nothing to lose, or if we are full of enthusiasm for life,
then the unknown reveals itself, and our universe changes direction
Though the hippopotamus has no sting on its tail, the wise man would still rather be sat on by a bee
It is harder for the spider to catch a fly than it is for the fly to catch a horse
If your socks are not in your shoes, don't look for them in Heaven
A duck with three wings and a loaf of bread is brother to the turkey
When your sleigh is being chased by wolves, throw them a raisin cookie, but don't stop to bake a cake
The chicken that clucks the loudest is the one most likely to go to the Steamfitter's Picnic
Just because a dress is red satin doesn't mean it comes off easily
A wise man never tries to warm himself in front of a painting of a fire
If the butterfly had teeth like the tiger, it would never make it out of the hanger
A truly wise man never plays leapfrog with a Unicorn
Only the centipede can hear all the one hundred steps of his uncle
Twelve good horses and silver candlesticks won't stop the snow from falling in Bialystock
A wolf that takes a peasant to supper probably won't need any breakfast.
No matter how warm the smile on the face of the sun, the cat still has her kittens under the porch
Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path.
No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded.
Other people think exactly the opposite: they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything.
Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it - which of these two attitudes is the least destructive?
I don't know.
1982 Hell Archives
1987 he Pilgrimage
1988 The Alchemist
1990 Brida
1991 The Supreme Gift
1992 The Valkyries
1994 Maktub
By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
1996 The Fifth Mountain
1997 Love Letters from a Prophet
Manual of the Warrior of Light
2001 Fathers, Sons and Grandsons
2003 Eleven Minutes
Journeys
Life
2005 The Zahir
2006 Like the Flowing River
2009 Love
2010 Aleph
2011 Fábulas
2012 Found in Accra
2014 Adultery
2016 The Spy
2018 Hippie
2020 The Archer
When we try to control it, it destroys us.
When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us.
When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused
I am the driftwood on the sand
No wings to fly; no place to stand
Not quite lost, but like a plan
That’s changed before, to change again.
We live a life that starts and ends
With something more than love and friends
Or what’s believed
The time we spend
The things we do, or just intend
A life lived once, then not again
- to live without the ‘why’ or ‘when’ -
Adopt the ’good’, amidst the wrong
Become the ‘wrong’, to feel strong
Or embrace the ‘grey’
and not belong
To either side; to neither throng
Place all choice on timelines long
And watch them fade to the Beyond
Then what is left on timeline’s right
When all our days have turned to night
Who will read the books we write?
Who owns the things for which we fight?
It won’t be us; we’ll be long gone
So now what should we think upon
When in this life, we’ll never know
Key answers sought before we go
What should we teach?
To take or give?
Is the ‘greater good’ to die or live?
I suppose for now, we cannot know.
We can only only sow, and watch it grow;
And find ourselves lost in thoughts
That circle ‘round to form these knots.
But life is short, and must be lived
Despite unknowns through which we sieve
We are the Middle - not Start, nor End
We’ve changed before; we’ll change again.
There's a problem with trying to understand every mistake you've made: you can't.
And trying to robs you of your life, your plans, your future.
Plus, you can't really learn from your mistakes if you stop moving forward.
It's scary. It's uncertain.
But you'll find something pretty special there:
hope.
darkness falls upon Humanity
and faces become terrible
things
that wanted more than there
was.
all our days are marked with
unexpected
affronts - some
disastrous, others
less so
but the process is
wearing and
continuous.
attrition rules.
most give
way
leaving
empty spaces
where people should
be.
and now
as we ready to self-destruct
there is very little left to
kill
which makes the tragedy
less and more
much much
more
There's this Bible story.
Two women both claim to be the mother of the same child. King Solomon had to choose. Two mothers, only one gets the kid.
Solomon came up with a plan. He proposed a 50/50 split. Literally. He offered to chop the kid in half. It all ends if one mom relinquishes her custody, or else they both stand their ground, and the kid gets torn apart.
If you're wondering how the Solomon story ends,
The true mom would rather give her baby up than have it ripped in two.
Don't you wish you could just take it back?
That thing you said? That thing you did?
There's no undo button.
There's only hoping we can learn. We can change, right? We can do better.
We can't take back what we've done. We can't undo the past, cause the future keeps coming at us. Best to keep the past in the past. Move on. Learn from it.
We don't learn from our mistakes, we wind up locked into a future we never choose.
The past is written, there's no changing it.
What's done is done, but the future is ours to choose, for better or worse.
There's a reason the punchline to so many doctor jokes starts with "I've got good news, and bad news."
Often, the bad news is so bad, when something good comes along, we tend to go a little overboard.
Every cloud has a silver lining. But it's still a cloud. A cloud can mean a shower, or a storm.
So, you take your good days where you get them. You try to stay positive.
You try to remember that even in the bad news, there's good news for someone.
Pharmaceuticals are designed to mimic the body's natural brain chemicals.
The ones that make you feel good, make you feel better, make you feel unstoppable.
They make it in a lab and put it in a pill for pain relief, giving you the high your body creates naturally every time you do something you love.
They call it a high for a reason. Because the flip side is really low.
The chemical version isn't worth what comes after.
But the dopamine rush from a job well done? That's free.
And it's one of the very best parts of being alive.
To those human beings who are of any concern to me I wish suffering, desolation, sickness, ill-treatment, indignities
—I wish that they should not remain unfamiliar with profound self-contempt, the torture of self-mistrust, the wretchedness of the vanquished: I have no pity for them, because I wish them the only thing that can prove today whether one is worth anything or not—that one endures.
great regret, great memory
....everything is forgotten, even a great love.
That's what's sad about life, and also what's wonderful about it.
There is only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while.
That's why it's good to have had love in your life after all, to have had an unhappy passion-
it gives you an alibi for the vague despairs we all suffer from