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