So a life changing moment.
Not a recent one but certainly belonging to afirmentioned category. Today a person tweeted that he recently lost the love of his life because of a quote that Paulho Coelho (author of The Alchemist) had tweeted. Two things struck me at the time: How could a quote end your relationship? How could anything written by Coelho cause a breakup?
Here is the link..The Alchemist changed my life. I happened upon the book a few years ago when it was being studied by my best friend for his Honours piece. I, being a book fiend, coveted a copy and was lost for a few days in this beautiful fabel, only to find myself on the other side dissapointed at the shortness of it and wholy and completly changed. It's hard to describe why..only that the clarity of the message and the simple nature in which it was delievered appealed to the little girl inside me that so loved a good story...and it showed me that destination is inside you...that your journey will end where you began, and that the answer is always within you.
It saddens me that this man could relate his unhappiness to something that Coelho wrote. It is my experience (after reading everything he published) that the author is someone who writes from experience, from his persepective but ultimately from a place of kindness and love for his readers. His wisdom has got me through many a dark place and I urge you (demand you!) to pick up something he has written.
It also makes me wonder this...how often do we blame someone else for the things in our life that we wished had not happened? Does the blame make the reality easier?
So I guess today's lesson for me delivered from a random tweet is that we must accept our own part in our unhappiness, and that laying the blame on someone else although imediately gratifying will not explain why, or prevent it from happening again.
Something from The Alchemist
"When there is not turning back, then we should concern ourselves only with the best way of going forward." -Paulo Coelho
and from Eleven Minutes
"At every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairytale and the other in the abyss."
-Paulo Coelho
About Me
- jessicabrownrigg
- I am, a lover, a fighter, a teacher, a singer, a friend, easily led, defiant, rebelious, unreasonable, considerate, mature, silly, a little bit of everything all rolled into one.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Blog 1: Right Now
Today is a day to sort out. To re-establish. To start over.
So a blog, why? Well a lame attempt at reconnecting with quiet time and thinking outloud and expressing publicly what I should probably keep private.
A blank page to throw the things I find beauty in and the things in which I find no beauty at all.
So it begins.
Right now I am 25, moving house for the 8th time since moving here 7 years ago. It's an inbetween feeling that appropriately comes with packing ones every item into cardboard boxes, throwing things away and wondering whether there is enough cupboard space at new place to fit all 35 tea cups, moving, and beggining the arduous task of unpacking said boxes.
Right now I am 25, and in love with a boy who is, beautifully and annoying, so different to I that sometimes I think people really come from different planets. He, bless him, tries so hard to understand my grumpy, insecure and psychotic tendancies and it is for this that I love him...for whatever time.
Right now I am 25, A drama teacher facing only four more weeks of holidays before the whilrwind of a year starts again and my life becomes marking and writing and talking non stop and grumpy face and kind face and mother face and friend face and collegue face and straight face, all over again.
Right now I am 25, a little lost and feeling like lists should be made about where one wants to be in five years time and what kids names are good and whether to buy a house or car or dog or grown up lady clothes or whether said relationship will last to be involved with above list. Or whether one that says "Bread and Milk" might fulfil list making needs and buy me another year or so of not planning such things just yet.
Right now I am 25, and what with the inbetweeness of moving house, the loving, the dreaded school year approaching and the lists to be made I am feeling a little snowed in and muddled.
So a blog, why? Well a lame attempt at reconnecting with quiet time and thinking outloud and expressing publicly what I should probably keep private.
A blank page to throw the things I find beauty in and the things in which I find no beauty at all.
So it begins.
Right now I am 25, moving house for the 8th time since moving here 7 years ago. It's an inbetween feeling that appropriately comes with packing ones every item into cardboard boxes, throwing things away and wondering whether there is enough cupboard space at new place to fit all 35 tea cups, moving, and beggining the arduous task of unpacking said boxes.
Right now I am 25, and in love with a boy who is, beautifully and annoying, so different to I that sometimes I think people really come from different planets. He, bless him, tries so hard to understand my grumpy, insecure and psychotic tendancies and it is for this that I love him...for whatever time.
Right now I am 25, A drama teacher facing only four more weeks of holidays before the whilrwind of a year starts again and my life becomes marking and writing and talking non stop and grumpy face and kind face and mother face and friend face and collegue face and straight face, all over again.
Right now I am 25, a little lost and feeling like lists should be made about where one wants to be in five years time and what kids names are good and whether to buy a house or car or dog or grown up lady clothes or whether said relationship will last to be involved with above list. Or whether one that says "Bread and Milk" might fulfil list making needs and buy me another year or so of not planning such things just yet.
Right now I am 25, and what with the inbetweeness of moving house, the loving, the dreaded school year approaching and the lists to be made I am feeling a little snowed in and muddled.
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