He stole my soul

“Whenever you’re far away, I wish you were near. I imagine the conversations we’ll have when you or I come back from a trip. I phone you to make sure everything’s all right. I need to hear your voice every day .. But what happens when we’re together? We argue, we quarrel over nothing, one of us wants to change the other, to impose his or her view of reality.”


  “The most important thing in all human relationships is conversation, but people don’t talk any more, they don’t sit down to talk and listen. They go to the theatre, the cinema, watch television, listen to the radio, read books, but they almost never talk. If we want to change the world, we have to go back to a time when warriors would gather round a fire and tell stories.”


  “I have everything, but I’m not happy. And I’m not the only one either . . . Some people appear to be happy, but they simply don’t give the matter much thought. Others make plans: I’m going to have a husband, a home, two children, a house in the country. As long as they’re busy doing that, they’re like bulls looking for the bullfighter: they react instinctively, they blunder on, with no idea where the target is. They get their car, sometimes they even get a Ferrari, and they think that’s the meaning of life, and they never question it. Yet their eyes betray the sadness that even they don’t know they carry in their soul . . .”


These are just some of the excerpts from Paolo Coelho’s The Zahir.  Some lines which I believe many of us could relate to as Christina  Lamb, an Iraq war correspondent, his muse for this novel narrated in his blog.

And very aptly she ended it with this phrase, “I have learnt that going to interview celebrity authors can be more hazardous than covering wars. They might not shoot you but they can steal your soul.”

And very true, yes.  In life, we meet different kinds of people, some of them we call friends, others fall into the category of acquaintances.  There are a few though who would enter your life and touch your very core, the few who would give it a deeper meaning, the ones who would steal your very soul.


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