“SOMETIMES AN UNCONTROLLABLE feeling of sadness grips us, he said. We recognize that the magic moment of the day has passed and that we’ve done nothing about it. Life begins to conceal its magic and its art.
We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice.
The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
If we are not reborn—if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and the enthusiasm of childhood—it makes no sense to go on living.”
Excerpt From: Coelho, Paulo. “By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept.” HarperCollins, 2009-10-13T05:00:00+00:00. iBooks.
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Started to read this book three weeks ago. I didn't know it was a love story. My own love story is still in the process of completion. How it ends cannot easily be determined. I may be with someone now but how about by year's end? Who's to say the one you're with now remains to be the one you're destined to spend eternity with?
Just a few hours ago, I searched Facebook for my best male friend from high school. He's a single dad and I believe (based on what I know) his daughter has not seen him or lived with him since him and the mom parted ways. This man and I strained our friendship in 2009 and we haven't talked to nor met each other in four years. His FB profile says he only has 15 friends. The last update was Sept. 2013; meaning he hardly accesses his account.
I never forgot him. Dreaming of him has been my only comfort and guarantee that the man I was supposed to protect and love to the very end should be him and not Julius, my boyfriend for seven years running. The only offense my former male friend dealt me was to accuse me of ruining his relationship with his daughter's mother. Many things I can be but a third party isn't one of them. I didn't even know he had gotten someone pregnant until they posted photos of the baby's birth on their FB pages! Then here comes the mother of the irresponsible guy, messaging me on YM and accusing me of being her son's mistress. Who would believe her? People don't even think I'm beautiful enough to be a wife.
Truth be told I loved him. I did and never stopped. It amazes me how my gut can guess what I really feel and reminds me time and again who really holds my heart. It's not my lover. It's my soulmate. We were friends, argued and never gave the ruined friendship any closure. Am I hung up on him? Yes, I gotta admit that too. Missing him has got me in trouble with my boyfriend. He hasn't been jealous as he is with him with any other guy. Well, maybe he is this jealous of the owner of a bar we both frequent. It's because he knows I have history with them. I went to HS with a lot of handsome men. Men who are far more good-looking than my geeky boyfriend.
Not done with this Coelho classic yet but I can tell it's tragic. Misery loves tragedy and company.