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In the place desired

Paulo Coelho

C. Martins comes over to serve our table in a café in San Diego, California. I met Cláudia in Brazil four years ago, and I tell my friends about the life she leads in the United States, getting only three hours sleep a day, working at the café until late at night and then as a baby-sitter during the whole day.

“I don’t know how she can stand it,” someone says.

“There is a Buddhist tale about a turtle,” says an Argentinian at our table. “The turtle is moving through a swamp, covered in mud, when it passes in front of a temple. There it sees a turtle shell, all covered in gold and precious stones.

“I don’t envy you, old friend,” thought the turtle. “You’re covered in jewels, but I’m doing what I want to.”

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  • Paul from Austria

    The freedom of having no shackles or chains is an absolute luxury… if you have nothing, you have nothing to loose… but then you have to have been there to know this is true… some never have the chance…

    Love, is all you need, Paul

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  • Well.better.I really experienced the golden cage.Is a real prison,killing dreams and happiness.Freedom are the most valuable thing in the world,or at least one of utmost importance.

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  • Fernanda Signato Marques

    E viva o livre-arbítrio, a liberdade de expressão e a diversidade humana!
    Abraços

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  • Thank you Paulo Coelho for the story. I admire your mind.
    Turtles are magic animals, also wise in their behaviour.
    It makes me remember when I was a child, we used to say it holds its house on its back, then, we had to call it a carapace, or a shell. Less long maybe… But Isn’t it revealing of the childhoodtimes, to the mature ones?

    Claudia may be as my bestfriend. She always runs, from right to left, and for a very bit of money back. I tried to explain her that, she’d gain more time if doing activities she loves, but she simply did not hear; doing the same duties everyday.
    She spends her shorty days in the fear of lacking, sometimes I feel. But we have all our fears.
    Me, I never really cared, too much, maybe. In a way, we should share to balance:
    my friend with less work and me more steps outside, to visit the golden but stagnant turtles. :)

    Love and smiles.
    Lucie.

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  • I can say I feel part of that story too..

    I’m having a busy wonderful life, I love it, for now.
    In the mornings I’m going to school (last year of high school), then in the evenings I work till 11pm. And still I find time to read, on the bus, school breaks.. there are so many books that are to be read and meditated that a life seems to short.

    I love your books… but who doesn’t? :)

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  • That´s true … so I´m going out in the world now to
    live my dream to the fullest :-)

    Love and courage
    Jessica

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  • Being exactly what you are - without masks- and doing what you want - without denying your true calling, listening to your heart - is what makes life wonderful..and life becomes so valuable as all the jewls of the world together…

    Thank you so much for remininding us Claudia!
    Love and Graditude
    Annie

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  • Dear Paulo!
    Eu sempre ficava pensando sobre uma amiga que leva este mesmo estilo de vida aqui nos US. Agora eu entendo o que se passa com ela. Ela esta onde ela desejou estar! Um grande abraco! Vanessa

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  • The freedom of having no shackles or chains is an absolute luxury… if you have nothing, you have nothing to loose… but then you have to have been there to know this is true… some never have the chance…

    Love, is all you need, Paul

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  • It is the ‘warning’ for the Sunday afternoons danger!! That we may become just ’shells’ covered with gold, precious stones but no ‘burning’ from… love hearts!!
    LOVE,
    THELMA

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  • Ah Mr Coelho, you put the simplest facts in the most beautiful forms.

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