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I fashion the most unlikely ideas. I sometimes scare the crap out of myself. I am nocturnal. I am conceited. I'm a mess. Writing is my escape, jotting down kept
emotions is fun (try it haha). I may elaborate way too much on a simple thought, so feel free to stop me whenever you want. My mom lets me
carry a swiss knife whenever I go out. I am a very random person, hello XD I PMS like a betch. I am in love with Katy Perry :3 And no I'm not a
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this wait for destiny wont do
Saturday, December 23, 2006, 12/23/2006 02:43:00 AM
I've been attached to Coelho's books lately since I have nothing else to do. I'm almost done reading The Alchemist. There's this part in the prologue where an alchemist changed the ending of Narcissus' story.
Narcissus died out of his own vanity-- he fell and drowned in the lake where he'd always look at himself. When he died, the fresh-watered lake became a shallow pool of salty tears. The goddesses of the forest found out, and asked the lake...
"Why do you weep?"
"I weep for Narcissus" answered the lake.
It was no surprise that the lake wept for Narcissus, because the lake alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand. But the lake questioned them...
"Was Narcissus beautiful?"
"Who better than you to know that?" the goddesses said. "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!"
The lake was quiet for a while, and then it replied:
" I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that he was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."
Narcissus died out of his own vanity-- he fell and drowned in the lake where he'd always look at himself. When he died, the fresh-watered lake became a shallow pool of salty tears. The goddesses of the forest found out, and asked the lake...
"Why do you weep?"
"I weep for Narcissus" answered the lake.
It was no surprise that the lake wept for Narcissus, because the lake alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand. But the lake questioned them...
"Was Narcissus beautiful?"
"Who better than you to know that?" the goddesses said. "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!"
The lake was quiet for a while, and then it replied:
" I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that he was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW MY WORTH 'TIL I'MGONE. :(
*don't let this happen to you*
Woah, that was really awesome. How the lake saw that all the while his beauty lied silently beneath his eyes, he looked but he didn't see. He was just a mere reflection he thought, but he was the same person. And now that Narcissus is gone, the lake can never see his beauty again.
Never have I noticed my main purpose in life, or shall i say I haven't found my Personal Legend yet. I want to be an alchemist by heart. I want to study different languages, and not just any language, I want to study the universal language of life. I want to know why people die, why we laugh, and how do we cry. I want answers to why we get hurt, why must we fall, and how do we stand up. I want to know why we love, why we curse, and how come we are like that. I want to travel and search for answers, travel unto the deepest thoughts of my own being.
And what happens if all the questions in my mind have been answered?
I don't really know, half of me wants to discover, and the other half wants to enjoy life as it is. Nothing more and nothing less. Have you asked yourself that question lately? Do you really want to be a doctor when you grow up? Or a lawyer, a chef, a writer, a mother, whatever? Maybe I'm just fussing. I'm in my teens for crying out loud. At this point of my life maybe I'm still not ready to face my personal legend, but I'm preparing for it. Just like an alchemist, he takes things one step at time.
i wanna be a penguin and fly :)