Old Blog Relic: Tales of Beedle the Bored

The Tales of Beedle the Bored

Jun. 12th, 2008 at 2:09 AM



I am "Beedle the Bored" and this is my tale..

take this:
- jobless for 9 consecutive months (and no, i wasn't pregnant)
- house is pretty much "as is" when we moved in (too bored to wipe clean since after 5 mins it'll turn dusty anyway)
- been hearing strange noises at night (a cat that only meows at exactly 2am, when i turn off the pc and go to bed!)
- getting more and more jealous of the neighbors (new paintjob, tiles, gate, house being remodelled, new appliance being delivered at their doorstep)
- i'm so bored i've been calling my clueless neighbors some silly names, i also got around to imagine weird stuff about who they really are....kinda spooky..
this will paint you a picture of what my neighborhood looks like..

manong stakeout 
armed with his binoculars and nightvision goggles (figment of my imagination)...could be weird though if its true.. 
he lives alone with his dog, he spends all day at home..
i wonder were he gets his money..could it be his dirty dealings...
my husband says he gave away his new bike to some guy he barely knows...is he gay? 
...and whats with the green curtains hanging outside the door? im telling ya, too gay..
thinking about how he gets by without a job, when one rainy night, a police mobile parked right outside his house. could they have caught him redhanded? well manong stakeout...you're not the only one watching... 
oh and sorry manong for Eve's Droppings.... (plugging my internet cafe idea: copywrighted, no more takers)

the aswangs
wall paint: royal blue
curtains: royal blue
mineral water: royal blue (i know...this color is standard..but i just had to add it : )
caution: as you walk past, dont look at them, dont stare, dont think, dont breathe, just....RUN straight home!

rihanna and chris brown (manong and manang Umbrella)
the house with a Micromatic Umbrella, permanently glued into the front lawn.
making everyone forget about what their house looks like, or do they have a picket fence..
people would quickly say, oh yeah the one with the Big umbrella..so mam rihanna and sir chris brown, 
forget about repainting the ol' picket fence..it will always be and only be your trusty Umbrella that people will recognize.. unless of course you get rid of it.....only then will you be totally.....no, not popular..but unrecognizable...who's to say that your umbrella was your lucky charm, without it, it'll be like staring straight into a blank house..

the whiteys
well this is a charming new development, they seem nice and friendly. hope to find out more about them next year when they finally move in. the whiteys are the whiteys since they drive a white car and the one who drives it is an old man with white hair and is accompanied by his old wife with stunningly thick white (almost platinum) hair.

two words -- Fuschia Pink!
can't stand the curtains, cant stand the soundtrack emitting from that house!
an everyday dose of siakols mighty hit "bakitbakitba", itchyworms classic "beer"
and all the jologs songs that only the jologs of the jolog will be able to appreciate.
jologs hits handpicked by none other than, the jologsmeister.

the kuto group 
nnay delia, middle house lady, tess...u know the traditional pinoy hagdan with matching taong 
nagkukutuhan habang nagchichismisan..thats what they remind me of. enough said.
well there was this one incident though when an angry wife marched off of their turf and yelled at this woman who is kinda part of the kuto group, she yelled something like this woman is a right ol' flirt trying to seduce her husband.
lesson learned, stay at home. dont meddle with the kuto group, unless you want to be yelled at.

manong gala
ops ops ops, san ka pupunta? (where are you going?)
negative vibes from the start, he's bringing in his hommies from baryo sapang bato. his sons friends are the epitome' of jologs (are they friends with the Jologsmeister?). manong gala is sooo gala he goes out everyday in his red motorcycle, and not just once everyday...he comes back every hour, and he does that the entire day. he could have made a fortune if he makes it a tricycle. but no, he goes around scouting construction opportunities round the neighborhood, kind of pissed off the whiteys there a bit, but no sir, he carries on, with his dark brows held high, looking for any new sacks of cement brandished on the front lawns, hoping to get his crew recruited..trying to score some extra cash and extra gas mileage..for extended gala time....

manong tambay
no issues here...(although i havent returned the pop cola bottle...perhaps they have an issue with me..)
well there is just one thing we noticed though, why of all places is their turf filled with tambays..
my husband and i thought about this theory: maybe the four to five houses that are in that block, each have a tambay living with them, so these tambay guys realized their worth (umm, nothing?) ...gathered up together and agreed to get a makeshift basketball court, with matching old mattress as protection (in case the game gets kind of rough...goodluck with the bedmites) what a bright idea! keeps children off of drugs. but it wont keep them off of beer, manong tambay sells beer to these tambays (his son included)...is manong tambay a wayward child in the 60's?

manang tagusan
nicely positioned mini grocery, a sort of a leaky cauldron, at the back there is a secret passageway to diagon alley.
well we just want to shorten our travel time. my husband used to buy a single egg everytime he passes by manang tagusan, just so he can pass thru the shortcut. but i told him, unless he wants to be a laughing stock at the store, he should buy something else other than an egg. 

tekla
nothing wrong with this lady really, she's not bothersome, thank goodness...
its just that her voice is so squeaky, its no wonder why the tiny tot sounds peculiarly like her..
like granny like kiddie..

the house with a very cute white dog
that would be us. the house wouldnt even remotely be noticed had it not been occupied by our one and only mabisyo dog, eve eve. she is soo cute and chubby just like her mom. our neighbors really like her, she is so sweet looking and does not appear as mabisyo as we know her. i guess people would see us as a simple couple. both homebodys (although my partner is struggling to be one..he's very outgoing actually) poor us, there aren't any remodelling done yet at our home and i guess our neighbors noticed it too, but we dont give a tiny rats ass. 
well just wait and see..our future project is soon to rise..

well, there you have it, these are the people in my neighborhood.
have to go to sleep now, its 2am...i wonder if i'll hear the cats meow again? freaky...

This is a very old post from my Livejournal Blog. Thought I'd share it with you.. 

Cartoon Love: Slimtime

When I first saw Slimtime in YouTube it's just 56, 000 views shy, but now, phew it's at a whopping 3 million views. I wouldn't be surprised. I love the concept. The idea that women these days all fantasize a slimmer body. The skinny models and celebrities of today still epitomize the trend that real women ought to look like stick figures. The part about the husband being there for his wife, I couldn't help but be reminded of my own. He's always the one to tell me that he doesn't care what I looked like, that I am his FHM model. He's always made me feel beautiful. I told him if he still loves me despite me loosing my old skinny figure, or that I feel ugly nowadays, he'd stop me and say, he doesn't love me despite all of it, he LOVES ME, period! I am the luckiest girl in the world! :)

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Zen Pencils: Make Good Art

For the complete Zen Pencils cartoon, go to this link

We've been going back and forth to the hospital these past few months. My mother and father in-law both suffered a stroke. This Zen Pencils cartoon inspired by Neil Gaiman, made me think of what I did by the hospital bed watching my mother, I made good art. 

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Coffee to Kick-Start your Day!

Coffee to start the day right. 

Prayer to make it all bright. 

Wishing for rain and a little bit of sun. 

Hoping to see the rainbow when all of this is done. 

I just made poetry! 

How do you start your day?

Have a blessed Thursday morning! :)

Image courtesy of KC Concepcion's Multiply Site.

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Cure for Sadness: Laughter

Glum glum glum. Very glum week indeed. Good thing I have an outlet. Watching  the TV show / Podcast "The Ricky Gervais Show" with Stephen Merchant and Karl Pilkington, is my cure. I can't help but wonder how geniuses they all are, especially with Karl's out of the box ideas (and intriguing Diary!). They truly are modern day philosophers, this show really makes you think, and forget about your worries, even just for while. 

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A Colorful World!

Things have been a bit gloomy at home, but instead of being all sad I've decided to cheer myself a bit by compiling photos that showcase a rainbow of colors.
Because as they say, life is like a rainbow.
You need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear.


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Zen Pencils: What if money was no object?

Click here to view the complete Zen Cartoon. Zen Pencils is so inspiring. 

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Turning 30 and Turning to Zen

Disclaimer:
This is not your usual turning-30 post, it's my endless rant about anything and everything. 
It is struggling to find meaning in life while on the verge of being part of the thirty-something club. 
Goodbye twenty-something...
Here we go..

The past couple of weeks I have been so dazed and confused. I don't know where my life is headed. My career is in turmoil, I get these wonderful ideas about a lot and I mean a LOT of things and somehow I feel like it would take a miracle for it to ever materialize. I feel less and less confident about myself, pushing me to look things up on achieving a healthy lifestyle, only to find that (as of this writing) I have eaten a bit of chocolate, an ice cream stick and gulped 2 glasses of Coke in one sitting. I know I was quite an obedient child and I am kind of a model student in grade school when it comes to discipline but now I am stubborn as a mule. I can't restrain myself from eating junk.
I know there are clearly a lot of things in my life right now that I should be thankful for and God I am ever so grateful for all of those blessings. It's just that I am going through a phase in my life like I am in the middle of a crossroad, stuck into thinking then doing and then abruptly stopping.

Like my sister always tells me, I am like Jimmy Neutron's arch-enemy, the one who never finishes anything. I know I need to finish it but something is keeping me from doing so cause I am caught up with starting something else thinking that I am gonna finish it this time but then a new idea comes up and it goes on this vicious cycle without end. This is definitely a phase right? Is it identity crisis, or am I trying to find my way into this world like figuring out what I am really destined to do?
Am I just being so overly dramatic? No.

I'm just turning 30.

Only 7 days to go and I don't want to think that I am dreading it. I had been feeling foolish and misguided this past year. Honestly I haven't even thought of this turning 30 thing until recently. Years before it had been a struggle to tell people what my real age is, I felt embarrassed in grade school during flag ceremony, cause up until the 6th grade my classmates would tell me to line up amongst the 1st graders as I was short for my age.
During my sophomore year in high school I still get the same treatment, only this time they tell me to get back to the 6th grade. So my appearance is slowly catching on. In college, going to R rated movies were a real pain (I wanted to watch the Devil's Advocate), nobody would believe I am no longer a minor. Not even when I showed my school ID and knew the popcorn lady who went to my school, they just didn't believe I go to college, cause then I looked like a high school student.

So you get the drift, I am a late bloomer. It took me 5 years after college to start letting go of my t-shirt and sneakers look.
I even had my first boyfriend when I was 26 years old - before that I was part of the NBSB (no boyfriend since birth club), a year later I got married. My parents where practically throwing me out of the house. It's so funny cause my husband and I live alone with our dog and being Filipinos we're so used to having our parents with us all the time and both if us were like two careless youths, throwing caution to the wind whenever we make certain decisions at home like not going to work sometimes (my mother would never allow that). I see that as a bit immature, and I admit that we are still in the process of learning from all of these experiences.

Like lately I had been doing some serious thinking and that instead of focusing on my trying to go on a diet of some sort to feel rejuvenated (part of my quest for a healthy lifestyle gimmick that didn't pan out....yet) I should start with an inner self improvement, the wisdom gained from an ancient practice Zen will eventually radiate through me thus achieving a great balance of positive mental and physical health.

Learning is a continuous process, one can never learn everything in his lifetime. So we must always absorb whenever we can. And what better way to learn than to see through our mistakes. I am a firm believer that people who are self righteous and claim to have much wisdom fails to learn anything else, other that the belief that they know almost everything there is to know. In a Zen book I once read...okay it's more like a comic book, with pictures.. (I warned you about the immaturity)

"A university professor went to visit a famous Zen master. While the master quietly served tea, the professor talked about Zen. The master poured the visitor's cup to the brim, and then kept pouring. The professor watched the overflowing cup until he could no longer restrain himself. "It's overfull! No more will go in!" the professor blurted. "You are like this cup," the master replied, "How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup."

So even though I am turning 30, it's no reason to act like some all-knowing-Yoda (although I fear too much that I am going to look like Yoda someday, or more like Master Jeremiah from Ghostfighter--please have some mercy)
What the Zen master meant was you may be full of knowledge but there is still more to learn and that sometimes you need to unlearn before you can learn...so did you learn anything? :)

Honestly, I'd like to practice the virtues of zen now that I am turning 30. My life felt so chaotic lately, if not for my husband and our furry dog I would've torn my hair apart from struggling to find meaning in my life. I think this is a decade long struggle for me, and I have yet to find the road to my treasure, my destiny. Another Zen story that may be related to finding one's destiny or path.

One evening after the sun had almost gone down, a young Buddhist came to the river bank. And seeing the deep waters, the weeds and stones in the waters, he couldn’t overcome his fears to cross the river.

He kept waiting for a long time till he spotted a Zen master on the other side.

“Master, can you tell me how to get to the other side,” yelled the young Buddhist.

The Zen teacher looked at the hurdles in the river and the young Buddhist, and after a moment of silence said, “Son, you are on the other side”.

So could this mean that what I may be searching for are all right here where I am?

Here are some Bitter-Sweet posts from bloggers everywhere
and their views on the Big 3-0.

A bit on the bitter side..
10 THINGS TO EXPECT AFTER YOU TURN 30

The optimistic dude..I think he knows "The Secret"..wink* wink*
30 reasons why turning 30 rocks

As I am writing the text above, I find it weird that I have been into the series 30 Rock recently and now I am turning 30 and determined to keep it my mantra that 30 Rocks!
I also find myself quite weird to try and find meaning from mundane things like watching a comedy show like that.

By far the article that I can mostly relate to, Mr. Rooney's observations are spot-on.
Turning 30 by Andy Rooney (CBS 60 minutes)

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Weirdest Blog Post Ever: Saying Goodbye to my Jug

Just want to share with you an old post from my private blog.
I'm getting all sentimental again.. and weird..

There are certain relationships that last longer than anybody else's and there are some which are fleeting. 

There are those which end in tragedy while some, melodramatically.
I have come to know someone who have had a very user friendly relationship with a jug. A few years back, a dentist picked Juggy from a stack full of gifts and gave it to a girl who nonchalantly accepted. Back then the jug had only one responsibility, to fill itself with ice cold cola. This went on for a few years until they moved in elsewhere. Juggy went MIA and spent its time collecting dust and occasionally cuddling insects in the darkness of a carton. When the girl moved in to her own flat she brought Juggy with her and introduced it to her partner. Juggy couldn't be more thrilled. He proved to be as useful as an electric cooler and went on to serve ice cold water for the poor couple. The man would spend everyday filling Juggy with ice and Juggy obliged without hesitation.
Now as the couple decided to finally get themselves an electric cooler, poor old Juggy was left with no choice.
As I looked back, staring at the poor thing, I remembered briefly how simple it was for us when we were just using it and nothing else. Now, we had to adjust for additional electric bills cause we wanted an upgrade, a major upgrade at that.
Now, its sitting on top of the plastic containers waiting to be packed yet again and spend the rest of its remaining life collecting dust and retire with some random insects.
It has served its purpose and its with great honour and respect that we pay homage to you dear old Jughead.
Perhaps we'll meet again when we'll have a tiny one who would carry you with him to school on a big yellow bus.

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One of my Favorite Books: The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupéry

I have read The Little Prince in high school and back then I just thought the story was kind of cute, because of the alien prince and the author whose last name I can't even pronounce. Having read the book again as I got older, made me realize the story gave a whole new meaning for me. It's like seeing the Monalisa or The Last Supper before reading The Da Vinci Code. It may seem like a book for kids but it really is point-blank meant to be read by adults, owing to the fact that it's got meaningful life lessons for all of us.
Whenever my hubby and I would argue, as a peace offering, before we sleep, he would read to me my favorite chapters in the book. For those of you who haven't read the book, have it in your list of 100 books to read before you die (if you have one).

I'll share with you my favorite Chapters (20-21) from The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupéry
(AN-twahn Duh-Saw(ng) (nasalized if you're French) or De-Seynt Ex-yooh-pe-ree)
Thank God for Google.

Chapter 20

But it happened that after walking for a long time through sand, and rocks, and snow, the little prince at last came upon a road. And all roads lead to the abodes of men.

"Good morning," he said.

He was standing before a garden, all a-bloom with roses.



"Good morning," said the roses.

The little prince gazed at them. They all looked like his flower.

"Who are you?" he demanded, thunderstruck.

"We are roses," the roses said.

And he was overcome with sadness. His flower had told him that she was the only one of her kind in all the universe. And here were five thousand of them, all alike, in one single garden!

"She would be very much annoyed," he said to himself, "if she should see that . . . She would cough most dreadfully, and she would pretend that she was dying, to avoid being laughed at. And I should be obliged to pretend that I was nursing her back to life--for if I did not do that, to humble myself also, she would really allow herself to die. . ."

Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees--and one of them perhaps extinct forever . . . That doesn't make me a very great prince . . ."

And he lay down in the grass and cried.


Chapter 21


It was then that the fox appeared.

"Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."



"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."

"I am a fox," the fox said.

"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."

"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."

"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.

But, after some thought, he added:

"What does that mean--'tame'?"

"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"

"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean--'tame'?"

"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"

"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean--'tame'?"

"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."

"'To establish ties'?"

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ."

"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower . . . I think that she has tamed me . . ."

"It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things."

"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.

The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.

"On another planet?"

"Yes."

"Are there hunters on that planet?"

"No."

"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?"

"No."

"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.

But he came back to his idea.

"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . ."

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.


"Please--tame me!" he said.

"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."

"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . ."

"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.

"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me--like that--in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day . . ."

The next day the little prince came back.

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . ."

"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.

"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."


So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"Then it has done you no good at all!"

"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added:

"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."


The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.

"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."

And the roses were very much embarassed.

"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.


And he went back to meet the fox.

"Goodbye," he said.

"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."

"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . ."

"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.


(Source: The Little Prince, Favim )

One of my favorite books: The Alchemist by Paolo Coehlo

"The Alchemist" tells the tale of an Andalusian Shepherd boy named Santiago. He journeys into self-discovery and is compelled to search for a treasure hidden near the pyramids of Egypt. 

The story touches on a subject that is pretty much universal. 

The Law of Attraction.

Everything is possible as long as you really desire for it to happen! 

When you really want something to happen, the whole universe conspires so that your wish comes true.

Simple yet powerful, but then again as they say, simple things are the most valuable and only wise people appreciate them.

The story is about fate, destiny and a search for one's own true path.

You will read a meaningful Arabic word which is of great significance to the book:

Maktub. A term which literally means it is written.

Here are my favorite Quotes from "The Alchemist"

The boy didn't know what a person's "destiny" was.

"It's what you have always wanted to accomplish. Everyone, when they are young, knows what their destiny 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 convince them that it will be impossible for them to realize their destiny... It's a force that appears to be negative, but actually shows you how to realize your destiny. It prepares your spirit and you 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 the universe. It's your mission on earth."

The Alchemist

Old king to Santiago.

The Soul of the World is nourished by people's happiness. And also by unhappiness, envy, and jealousy. To realize one's destiny is a person's only real obligation.

The Alchemist

Old king to Santiago.

When you want something, all the world conspires in helping you to achieve it. Whatever we are, it is because we have made it happen to us or in his golden words "As he mused about these things, he realized that he had to choose between thinking of himself as the poor victim of a thief and as an adventurer in quest of his treasure "

The secret is here in the present. If you pay attention to the present, you can improve upon it. And, if you improve on the present, what comes later will also be better. Forget about the future, and live each day according to the teachings, confident that God loves his children. Each day, in itself, brings with it an eternity.

The Alchemist

The seer to the camel driver.

To die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one's departure from this world. Everything depended on one word: "Maktub."

The Alchemist

Santiago reflects on what the camel driver had said.

When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.

The Alchemist

The alchemist to Santiago, echoing the words of the old king.

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