The Alchemist… A disappointment

 

This is the goodreads summary:

“Paulo Coelho’s enchanting novel has inspired a devoted following around the world. This story, dazzling in its powerful simplicity and inspiring wisdom, is about an Andalusian shepherd boy named Santiago who travels from his homeland in Spain to the Egyptian desert in search of a treasure buried in the Pyramids. Along the way he meets a Gypsy woman, a man who calls himself king, and an alchemist, all of whom point Santiago in the direction of his quest. No one knows what the treasure is, or if Santiago will be able to surmount the obstacles along the way. But what starts out as a journey to find worldly goods turns into a discovery of the treasure found within. Lush, evocative, and deeply humane, the story of Santiago is an eternal testament to the transforming power of our dreams and the importance of listening to our hearts.”

 

Sounds fucking awesome right? Right. Only it wasn’t. It was super cheesy and really repetitive. Like… when I say super cheesy I mean SUPER cheesy. The woman he loves sends him kisses on the wind which he feels and recognizes as hers. And by the way, he fell in love with her after she smiled at him at a well. They only ever even talked a handful of times.

 

He convinces God to change him into the wind at one point… which might be cool except the whole book up till then has been somewhat realistic so its oddly disjointed.

 

AND the entire premise of the book is that If you want something then it’s meant to be and ALL you have to do is abandon all that’s realistic in the world and follow your heart and watch for omens and everything it the world will conspire to help you. WICH IS TOTAL BULLSHIT.

 

There were things I like about the book Like the concepts he stole from various religions. But they weren’t even HIS ideas.

 

This is one of my favorite reviews:

“The problem with this book is not just that it’s bad, which it certainly is, but that there are so many people out there who want to corner you at parties and tell you how it’s totally changed their lives. In a way you might as well read it just so you can see how feeble-minded they must be to get any kind of philosophical nourishment out of this inexhaustible stream of clichés. The profound lessons you’ll learn from this book amount to nothing more than several variations on the theme of “only the very ugly is truly beautiful, only the very stupid are really intelligent, only black is white, only up is down” etc etc.

The writing is too simple to be really bad, but it’s the content that gets you. By the end of the book you’ll want to track down the philosopher’s stone yourself and carefully beat Coelho to death with it.”

 

In short… don’t read it. You will be disappointed.

 

Dear Miranda, Here I go…

I find myself at a strange but not totally unfamiliar juncture in my life. We have talked about cycles in life before. How you (collective you) will go through one thing only to go through something else shortly after.

They cycle I am in now seems to be one breed out of a need for independence. Honestly I am SICK of people telling me what I should and shouldn’t be doing. It is remarkable how as humans we always have options on how everyone else should fix themselves yet we have no idea what the hell we are doing in our own lives. As a codependent I am guilty of this line of though… “Oh, if so and so did X Y and Z would help them out so much.” L.O.L.

I feel like a big part of why my depression is so bad is because while researching the billion things to do to make myself happier I let myself become bogged down in everyone else and everyTHING else and my venture to find something fulfilling turned into boredom of the same rhythms of life and annoyance at everyone’s opinions.

And then I remembered one of those little gems of life. I do not have to justify myself to anyone! So hard for my codependent brain to grasp, I always have a thousand arguments for why, but that’s just the thing. I don’t have to. I can actually DO ME without explaining the little intricacies of every decision I make. Maybe if I was a sociopath this would be problematic. But I’m not. I don’t even have to justify things to myself.

I don’t have to debate. I don’t have to argue. I can hear someone opinion and politely ignore it without having a visceral reaction to it. I can mind my own damn business when it comes to other people’s shit too. I don’t have to involve myself and I don’t have to espouse my “knowledge” to people who don’t ask for it. I can let others do them while I do me.

Anyway, this cycle, is me stepping away. I feel like I have read enough self-help books for a while and now I need to just live. Live out the things I want to and wait till another time to live out others. After a period of hyper connectedness with everyone I feel like I need a time of isolation.

So I’ll let this be my link to the outside world, you, and our friends. You can pop inside my head for a bit and know I am fine all while I ‘disappear’ for a time.

Love your face,

Me.