Another journey.

Sometimes in life, things speak to us. For whatever reason, they just call out to us and demand our attention. It isn’t necessarily always clear why they do it, they just do. They speak to us, they call our name.

I’ve learned that when they do, it’s best not to ignore them. Invariably, they do it for a reason. There’s some fundamental knowledge buried somewhere within them. There’s some basic truth to be learned. There’s some key element that will put a piece of the puzzle in its rightful place of the big picture known as life.

For me, one of those things is The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. This book has been speaking to me for a little over a year now. Every time I walk into a bookstore, I’m somehow drawn to it. It doesn’t seem to matter why I’m there or what I’m looking for, I always run across this book. Until now, despite knowing that there is a reason for this, I’ve walked away.

I don’t know what this little book has to offer. I don’t know what little nugget of gold is waiting for me. I don’t know how it will change my life, if at all. What I do know is that it speaks to me. It calls my name.

So now I find myself finally answering the call. I turn to this slim novel and commit to it my full attention. I vow to heed its voice as it imparts its wisdom to me. Here’s to adventure and new journey begun.

Sing on, little one, sing on…