I tried to look for you, but you weren’t anywhere.
I searched everywhere, but you were nowhere.
I shouted and screamed your name.
Only my own echoes rang.
I questioned why you have to hide.
As I frantically chased..

Only when I ceased the search, I realized you were always there.
Forever in my heart, buried next to pain..

Unknown Evasive - 16 years, 8 months, 24 days ago

Excerpts from Coelho..

The Importance of a Degree..
Most of my friends have degrees. That doesn't mean that they've managed to find the kind of work they wanted. Not at all. They went to university because someone, at a time when university is important, said that, in order to rise in the world, you had to have a degree. And thus the world was deprived of some excellent gardeners, bakers, antique dealers, sculptors, and writers. Perhaps this is the moment to review the situation. Doctors, engineers, scientists, and lawyers need to go to university, but does everyone? I'll let these lines by Robert Frost provide the answer:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Unknown Evasive - 16 years, 8 months, 26 days ago

Am I fading away.....

Unknown Evasive - 16 years, 9 months, 4 days ago

Excerpts from Coelho..

Remaining open to Love.. (II)
Love transforms and love cures; but, sometimes, love builds deadly traps and can end up destroying a person who had resolved to give himself or herself completely. What is this complex feeling which, deep down, is the only reason we continue to live, struggle and improve?

It would be irresponsible of me to attempt to define it, because I, along with every other human being, can only feel it. Thousands of books have been written on the subject, plays have been put on, films produced, poems composed, sculptures carved out of wood or marble; and yet all any artist can convey is the idea of a feeling, not the feeling itself.

But I have learned that this feeling is present in the small things, and manifests itself in the most insignificant of our actions. It is necessary, therefore, to keep love always in mind, regardless of whether or not we take action.

Picking up the phone and saying the affectionate words we have been postponing. Opening the door to someone who needs our help. Accepting a job. Leaving a job. Taking a decision that we were putting off for later. Asking for forgiveness for a mistake we made and which keeps niggling at us. Demanding a right that is ours. Opening an account at the florist's, which is a far more important shop than the jeweller's. Putting music on really loud when the person you love is far away, and turning the volume down when he or she is near. Knowing when to say 'yes' and 'no', because love works with all our energies. Discovering a sport that can be played by two. Not following any recipe, not even those contained in this paragraph, because love requires creativity.

And when none of this is possible, when all that remains is loneliness, then remember this story that a reader once sent to me.

A rose dreamed day and night about bees, but no bee ever landed on her petals.

The flower, however, continued to dream. During the long nights, she imagined a heaven full of bees, which flew down to bestow fond kisses on her. By doing this, she was able to last until the next day, when she opened again to the light of the sun.

One night, the moon, who knew of the rose's loneliness, asked: 'Aren't you tired of waiting?'

'Possibly, but I have to keep trying.'

'Why?'

'Because if I don't remain open, I will simply fade away.'

At times, when loneliness seems to crush all beauty, the only way to resist is to remain open.

Unknown Evasive - 16 years, 9 months, 4 days ago

Excerpts from Coelho..

Remaining open to Love.. (I)
There are times when we long to be able to help someone whom we love very much, but we can do nothing.Circumstances will not allow us to approach them, or the person is closed off to any gesture of solidarity and support.

Then all we are left with is love. At such times, when we can do nothing else, we can still love - without expecting any reward or change or gratitude.

If we do this, the energy of love will begin to transform about us. Wherever this energy appears, it always acheives it's ends. 'Time does not transform man. Will-power does not transform man. Love transforms.' says Henry Drummond.

I read in the newspaper about a little girl in Brasilia who was brutally beaten by her parents. As a result, she lost all physical movement, as well as the ability to speak.
Once admitted to the hospital, she was cared for by a nurse who said to her everyday: 'I love you.' Although the doctors assured her that the child could not hear and that all her efforts were in vain, the nurse continued to say:' Don't forget, I love you.'

Three weeks later, the child recovered the power of movement. Four weeks later, she could again talk and smile. The nurse never gave any interviews, and the newspaper did not publish her name, but let me set this down here, so that we can never forget: love cures.

Unknown Evasive - 16 years, 9 months, 5 days ago