You have over the years become more visible on the Internet with your blog, Walking the Path — The Pilgrimage and your blogs in WordPress, MySpace & Facebook. Has the medium helped you understand your readers better?
Actually the medium has given me the possibility to get in touch with my readers and this is a priceless experience. Through my blog – www.paulocoelhoblog.com – as well as my profiles in social network communities I’ve managed to interact in ways that were impossible before.
Recently, I’ve discovered Digg and I love the idea of the internauts actually choosing and voting for the news that are relevant to them. Internet is one of my windows to the world.
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Dear Coelho,
Ofcourse, I agree with you,
”Internet is one of my windows to the world.” Our time is internet time. You can collect info via net, you can sell or buy something via net, you can share your experience or get invaluable experience via net or you can understand your readers are better or not. This question smells a bit instigation, Hilal may be a clever lady :)She wanted to test your ego :)
Yessss, Hilal his readers are the best :)))
Be happy and healthy
Dear Paulo and Readers
I guess I am like many people out there who have read the books, enjoyed the messages we recieve from them and hopefully like me have had my heart filled with joy, love and inspiration,
I lost my job earlier this year and I have started to feel very low, depressed at times, all my adult life i have worked, and now not to get up early each morning, drive to my job has turn my world upside down, for 7 months I have felt lost and with out purpose. Days have been empty, nights have been long, sleep is hard to come by, and the bills keep piling up.
I would like to ask 2 questions Firstly, How do I know if I am on the right path and secondly I feel like I have lost all hope, how do I lift my spirit
I seem to have lost my zest for life, at 42 years old, i have been married twice, Lost a very good job, my parents died very close together, things go on and on, And I just go on and on without any thought, I wont to consider me in all this and get it right for me but I have a feeling of being lost, alone,
This must sound very selfish and self centred, As I sit and write this I look out the window and see only fog, I hear the ships in the river blowing their fog horns to let others know that they are there, Thats how i feel, I’m just blowing my horn and letting the world know i am here because right now I feel like i’m invisible.
Thank you for allowing me to rant on, Loving your work Fond regards to everyone
Jacko
Yes, I hope Mr Paulo feel he is as loved and appreciated, as I feel we are in this way of being near each other.
Thanks Paulo Coelho, and thanks to all you wonderful bloggers.
And I found you here! What a great experience.You enrich my world.Thanks
Dearest Paulo and friends,
I havent been active here for quite sometime.. I honestly don’t know why. I just decided to sit back and just read everyday, and I just decided not to write and yet, i found even just reading was adequate to keep me thinking. I realised that many people do the same, much more so than i did before.
I find the content of this blog encouraging and inspirational, and I love all the people that choose to write here. I smile everytime I read the interactions, and I admire Paulo for creating this forum for us to communticate and for these friendships to form. I think most of all, I love the way I feel when I read here. I feel love, I feel peace, a sense of security in the universe and I think mostly, I love that writing and reading here makes me a better person as it helps me remember who I am, and who I strive to be.
I sincerely thank you Paulo and your staff for your efforts, and of course everyone that reads and writes here, I love you all, and I’m glad I’m exposed to more people like me.
Thank you for being
Yajna
‘Internet is one of my windows to the world’.
Thank you so much, once again, for letting us look too, through ‘your’ windows and make our souls richer.
LOVE,
Thelma