Paulo Coelho made me write
Me? The whole reason I’m writing this is because of the international award writer Paulo Coelho. Last week I happened to come across his best remembered work, The Alchemist. I remembered being awe-struck when I had first read that book in my childhood. But somehow, for the life of me, I couldn’t even remember what the book was about anymore. So I decided to give the book another go. This time when I read it, I too was on a whole new journey, like the protagonist Santiago.
In the book the king of Salem talks about a “Personal Legend” that everyone has, and must follow. He says,
“People learn early in their lives, what is their reason for being …. Maybe that’s why they give up on it so early, too.
And I found myself travelling back to the age of ten, when I first picked up a non-pictoral book. It was The Philosopher’s Stone by J.K. Rowling. That novel had left me spell bound, and I decided that one day I’ll be a writer myself. I used to spend my free time doodling aliens and writing heroic stories. But that young novelist lost her way somehow. I knew I could write. I wanted to write. But somehow I took it up seriously.
Reading The Alchemist made me realise that I was the only entity stopping myself from living out my personal legend. The legend that I had realised at the tender age of ten but had never bothered pursuing. I realised how I was wasting this talent of self-expression.
It’s about time I begin my journey. For me, writing is not about fame or money. When I sit down to write, words come from some part of me that stays dormant the whole day. An undiscovered voice within that’s raging to be heard, not just by the reader, that is you, but also by me. It’s my inner self, speaking to me and the only way we can communicate is through the written word. And that… is why I write.