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| 20 | + <h6>Author</h6> |
| 21 | + <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> |
| 22 | + <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> |
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| 24 | + THE BOY RODE ALONG THROUGH THE DESERT FOR SEVERAL hours, listening |
| 25 | +avidly to what his heart had to say. It was his heart that would tell |
| 26 | +him where his treasure was hidden. |
| 27 | +“Where your treasure is, there also will be your heart,” the |
| 28 | +alchemist had told him. |
| 29 | +But his heart was speaking of other things. With pride, it told the |
| 30 | +story of a shepherd who had left his flock to follow a dream he had |
| 31 | +on two different occasions. It told of Personal Legend, and of the |
| 32 | +many men who had wandered in search of distant lands or beautiful |
| 33 | +women, confronting the people of their times with their |
| 34 | +preconceived notions. It spoke of journeys, discoveries, books, and |
| 35 | +change. |
| 36 | +As he was about to climb yet another dune, his heart whispered, |
| 37 | +“Be aware of the place where you are brought to tears. That’s where |
| 38 | +I am, and that’s where your treasure is.” |
| 39 | +The boy climbed the dune slowly. A full moon rose again in the |
| 40 | +starry sky: it had been a month since he had set forth from the oasis. |
| 41 | +The moonlight cast shadows through the dunes, creating the |
| 42 | +appearance of a rolling sea; it reminded the boy of the day when |
| 43 | +that horse had reared in the desert, and he had come to know the |
| 44 | +alchemist. And the moon fell on the desert’s silence, and on a man’s |
| 45 | +journey in search of treasure. |
| 46 | +When he reached the top of the dune, his heart leapt. There, |
| 47 | +illuminated by the light of the moon and the brightness of the |
| 48 | +desert, stood the solemn and majestic Pyramids of Egypt. |
| 49 | +The boy fell to his knees and wept. He thanked God for making |
| 50 | +him believe in his Personal Legend, and for leading him to meet a |
| 51 | +king, a merchant, an Englishman, and an alchemist. And above all |
| 52 | +for his having met a woman of the desert who had told him that love |
| 53 | +would never keep a man from his Personal Legend. |
| 54 | +If he wanted to, he could now return to the oasis, go back to |
| 55 | +Fatima, and live his life as a simple shepherd. After all, the alchemist |
| 56 | +continued to live in the desert, even though he understood the |
| 57 | +Language of the World, and knew how to transform lead into gold. |
| 58 | +He didn’t need to demonstrate his science and art to anyone. The |
| 59 | +boy told himself that, on the way toward realizing his own Personal |
| 60 | +Legend, he had learned all he needed to know, and had experienced |
| 61 | +everything he might have dreamed of. |
| 62 | +But here he was, at the point of finding his treasure, and he |
| 63 | +reminded himself that no project is completed until its objective has |
| 64 | +been achieved. The boy looked at the sands around him, and saw |
| 65 | +that, where his tears had fallen, a scarab beetle was scuttling |
| 66 | +through the sand. During his time in the desert, he had learned that, |
| 67 | +in Egypt, the scarab beetles are a symbol of God. |
| 68 | +Another omen! The boy began to dig into the dune. As he did so, |
| 69 | +he thought of what the crystal merchant had once said: that anyone |
| 70 | +could build a pyramid in his backyard. The boy could see now that |
| 71 | +he couldn’t do so if he placed stone upon stone for the rest of his life. |
| 72 | +Throughout the night, the boy dug at the place he had chosen, |
| 73 | +but found nothing. He felt weighted down by the centuries of time |
| 74 | +since the Pyramids had been built. But he didn’t stop. He struggled |
| 75 | +to continue digging as he fought the wind, which often blew the |
| 76 | +sand back into the excavation. His hands were abraded and |
| 77 | +exhausted, but he listened to his heart. It had told him to dig where |
| 78 | +his tears fell. |
| 79 | +As he was attempting to pull out the rocks he encountered, he |
| 80 | +heard footsteps. Several figures approached him. Their backs were |
| 81 | +to the moonlight, and the boy could see neither their eyes nor their |
| 82 | +faces. |
| 83 | +“What are you doing here?” one of the figures demanded. |
| 84 | +Because he was terrified, the boy didn’t answer. He had found |
| 85 | +where his treasure was, and was frightened at what might happen. |
| 86 | +“We’re refugees from the tribal wars, and we need money,” the |
| 87 | +other figure said. “What are you hiding there?” |
| 88 | +“I’m not hiding anything,” the boy answered. |
| 89 | +But one of them seized the boy and yanked him back out of the |
| 90 | +hole. Another, who was searching the boy’s bags, found the piece of |
| 91 | +gold. |
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