Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist
"Im the king of Salem," the old man had said.
"Why would a king be talking with a shepherd?" the boy asked, awed and embarrassed.
"For several reasons. But let's say that the most important is that you have succeeded in discovering your Personal Legend."
The boy didn't know what a person's "Personal Legend" was.
"It's what you have always wanted to accomplish. Everyone, when they are young, knows what their Personal Legend is. At that point in their lives, everything is clear and everything is possible. They are not afraid to dream, and to yearn for everything they would like to see happen to them in their lives. But, as time passes, a mysterious force begins to concvince them that it will be impossible for them to realize their Personal Legend."
None of what the old man was saying made much sense to the boy. But he wanted to know what the "mysterious force" was. (...)
"It's a force that appears to be negative, but actually shows you how to realize your Personal Legend. It prepares your spirit and your will, because there is one great truth on this planet: whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it's because that desire originated in the soul of universe. It's your mission on earth."
"He wanted to travel, too." (...)
"He should have decided to become a shepherd," the boy said.
"Well, he thought about that," the old man said. "But bakers are more important people than shepherds. Bakers have homes, while shepherds sleep out in the open. Parents would rather see their children marry bakers than shepherds. (...) In the long run, what people think about shepherds and bakers become more important for them than their own Personal Legends."
He was sure that it made no difference to her on which day he appeared: for her, every day was the same, and when each day is the same as the next, it's because peope fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.
hatte sie einmal zu Martin gesagt. Jeder Tag, den sie nach seinem Tod hinter sich brachte, war eine Bestätigung ihrer Worte.
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