Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Paulo's Download

I was struggling to establish myself as a writer and to follow my path despite all the voices telling me it was impossible.

And little by little my dream was becoming a reality.

A personal calling is God's blessing, the path that God chose for you here on earth.

Whenever we do something that fills us with enthusiasm, we are following our legend.

However, we don't all have the courage to confront our own dream.

We are told since childhood that everything we want to do is impossible.

Those who genuinely wish us well want us to be happy and are prepared to accompany us on that journey.

The path of the personal calling is no easier than any other path, except that our whole heart is in this journey.

Then, we warriors of light must be prepared to have patience in difficult times and to know that the Universe is conspiring in our favor, even though we may not understand how.

When we first begin fighting for our dream, we have no experience and make many mistakes.

The secret of life, though, is to fall 7 times and to get up 8 times.

Once we overcome the defeats - and we always do - we are filled by a greater sense of euphoria and confidence.

In the silence of our hearts, we know that we are proving ourselves worthy of the miracle of life.

The mere possibility of getting what we want fills the soul of the ordinary person with guilt.

If you believe yourself worthy of the thing you fought so hard to get, then you become an instrument of God, you help the Soul of the World, and you understand why you are here.

Paulo Coelho
2002

Writers, artists, musicians, and scientists tap into the transcendental force and write, create, play or discover the universal truth that resonates in all our souls. Paulo wrote it, but we all read it and feel like he stole it from our very own deep, dark secret soul and in a manner of speaking, he did. Could not have said it better myself, Paulo, but our spirit moves us to try anyway.

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