Dear Paulo Coelho,
You yet invoke my thoughts to move into another direction. My gratitude towards you will always be reminiscent of the horizon atop the endless ocean. Truly, a place that could be never ending.
This is from Paulo Coelho's Blog:
I arrive in Madrid at eight o’clock in the morning. I will only be here a few hours, so it’s not worth phoning friends and arranging to see them. I decide to go for a walk alone in my favorite places, and I end up sitting smoking a cigarette on a bench in the Retiro Park.
‘You look miles away,’ says an old man, joining me on the bench.
‘Oh, I’m here,’ I say, ‘but I’m sitting on this same bench with a painter friend of mine, Anastasio Ranchal, 24 years ago in 1986. We are both watching my wife, Christina, who has had a bit too much to drink and is trying to dance the flamenco.’
‘Enjoy your memories,’ says the old man. ‘But don’t forget that memory is like salt: the right amount brings out the flavor in food, too much ruins it. If you live in the past all the time, you’ll find yourself with no present to remember.’
(If you live in the past all the time, you’ll find yourself with no present to remember.) My constant memories of you kept me from many things and curbed my ability to make decisions. I had convinced myself that I was making the right choices- when in reality I was only clouding my judgment and allowing my life path to derail. I am not regretful for this part of my life, I will look at this as an opportunity. Shaping who I am.... Today, I can say that I am happy with myself which is a very big thing for someone to say.
Do I miss my Love Lost? Every fucking day... and I will have to be ok with that for the rest of my life. This is a thought process that I struggle with every day. Which to me seems odd in that I feel like I am speaking as a drug addict. To have a person take hold of my memory continuously... that type of hold on my very being is a struggle that I would have never thought I would have to be going through. For 10 years- of my life.... and there is no evidence to suggest that my memory of my Love Lost will even stop it's daily visit to the forethought's of my mind...
This may still influence my thoughts but I hope is... those memories.. will no longer have a hold on my future decisions....
You yet invoke my thoughts to move into another direction. My gratitude towards you will always be reminiscent of the horizon atop the endless ocean. Truly, a place that could be never ending.
This is from Paulo Coelho's Blog:
I arrive in Madrid at eight o’clock in the morning. I will only be here a few hours, so it’s not worth phoning friends and arranging to see them. I decide to go for a walk alone in my favorite places, and I end up sitting smoking a cigarette on a bench in the Retiro Park.
‘You look miles away,’ says an old man, joining me on the bench.
‘Oh, I’m here,’ I say, ‘but I’m sitting on this same bench with a painter friend of mine, Anastasio Ranchal, 24 years ago in 1986. We are both watching my wife, Christina, who has had a bit too much to drink and is trying to dance the flamenco.’
‘Enjoy your memories,’ says the old man. ‘But don’t forget that memory is like salt: the right amount brings out the flavor in food, too much ruins it. If you live in the past all the time, you’ll find yourself with no present to remember.’
(If you live in the past all the time, you’ll find yourself with no present to remember.) My constant memories of you kept me from many things and curbed my ability to make decisions. I had convinced myself that I was making the right choices- when in reality I was only clouding my judgment and allowing my life path to derail. I am not regretful for this part of my life, I will look at this as an opportunity. Shaping who I am.... Today, I can say that I am happy with myself which is a very big thing for someone to say.
Do I miss my Love Lost? Every fucking day... and I will have to be ok with that for the rest of my life. This is a thought process that I struggle with every day. Which to me seems odd in that I feel like I am speaking as a drug addict. To have a person take hold of my memory continuously... that type of hold on my very being is a struggle that I would have never thought I would have to be going through. For 10 years- of my life.... and there is no evidence to suggest that my memory of my Love Lost will even stop it's daily visit to the forethought's of my mind...This may still influence my thoughts but I hope is... those memories.. will no longer have a hold on my future decisions....
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