Paulo Coelho - A Dream in Life

Paulo Coelho, one of my favorite writers.

It was the time when I still studying in secondary school, with wandering mind and purposeless life. I love to think, thinkers are happy, to a certain extent, but this principle only applies to thinkers themselves. Apparently adults were not happy with this. My parents, though they were so opposed to it, but eventually we came to a compromise, I think, but I have to make sure my grades never drop. This seem logically fine, so I began to sway between the life of a student, fulfilling my responsibilities, as well as the life of a thinker, being what I dream of. Unfortunately I am not the Einstein type, what I think was not really related to my field of study. I was so happy to dwell in my own imagination at that time. I wish I could be like Einstein, or Newton, being inspired by an apple that fall from tree. However, there were none apple trees planted on this land, and what I wished had never come true in the end. I was still an ordinary student, strived my best to learn the hard formulas, mathematics equations, just for academic sake. Who cares about the difference of one’s gravity on the earth to the gravity measure on the moon? I think no one. Ironically, my parents did, my teacher did, and so did my fellow classmates. As a consequence, I forced myself to think like Einstein, or at least like the genius in my class. So I lived a life that was swaying between my imaginary world and the real world.

Paulo Coelho, one of my favorite writers. What really inspires me was the biography of Paulo Coelho. He makes me begin to think of my ambition, my destination, and my desires. To my own surprise, what Paulo’s father asked him about his future ambition was so much similar to my situation.

“Do you actually know what it means to be a writer?” Surprisingly, Paulo concluded that a writer always wear glasses, never comb his hair and has a duty an obligation never to be understood by his own generation.

What a true description of a writer character. I was amazed. Because of what he did and his decision at last to follow the desire of his heart, he gets what he wants, and it takes courage to face every possibilities that come into the road of pursuing what we want.

In the silence of our hearts, we do know what we want. The fact is, do people actually go for their dreams? Being a writer was a dream to him, and so do I.