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Como tuitei antes, assim que chegasse a 3.000.000 de seguidores, convidaria dez de voces para jantar no dia 20 de abril, em Barcelona, Espanha.
Entretanto, é muitod difícil selecionar apenas dez entre tanta gente interessante. Portanto, eis o que decidi fazer:
No meu livro O ALEPH existe um capítulo chamado “O bambú chinês”. Gostaria de saber como voces se relacionam com o que está escrito ali. Por favor cliquem nos “comments” abaixo e escreva o que pensa.
No dia 10 de Fevereiro selecionarei os mais interessantes e usarei um sistema de escolha aleatória (Random Tool) para escolher os dez convidados.
E entendam: estou pagando apenas pelo jantar, e não pelos outros gastos (hotel, bilhetes de avião, etc)
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As I announced yesterday, when reaching 3,000,000 followers I would love to meet at least ten of you for dinner. The dinner will take place on 20th April 2012, in Barcelona, Spain.
However, it is very difficult to select just ten from so many millions of interesting people here. Therefore, to help me make my choice here is what you will need to do:
In my most recent book ALEPH, there is a chapter called “Chinese Bamboo”. I would like to know how this relates to your own life. Please click in the comments box below and write your comment.
On February 10 I will select the ones that I consider to be the best, and I will use a random tool to select my ten guests. You can write your comment in any language (I will use Google translator to translate) and the winners will be notified by email.
Please keep in mind that I will only pay for the dinner. All other expenses (hotel, air tickets, etc) should be taken care off by the selected readers.
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Como anuncié ayer, cuando supere los 3.000.000 de seguidores en Twitter, me encantaria reunirme con al menos diez de ustedes para una cena.La cena será el 20 de Abril en Barcelona, España.
Para elegir entre tanta gente interesante esto es lo que he decidido:
En mi nuevo libro ALEPH, hay un capítulo llamado “El bambú chino”. Quiero saber cómo se relacionan con esto. Por favor, dejen sus comentarios abajo.
El 1o Febrero haré una seleccion de los que yo considere los mejores, y utilizaré una herramienta de selección aleatoria (Random Tool) para elegir a mis diez invitados.
Pueden publicar su comentario en cualquier idioma (utilizaré el traductor de Google para entender lo que escriban)
Por favor, tengan en cuenta que sólo pagaré la cena. Los demás gastos (hotel, billetes de avión, etc) corren por cuenta de los lectores seleccionados

Comments

  1. Anitsirc Odanodlam says:

    “Al principio nada llega; después, nada se queda; al final, nada se va”. Descubrí este proverbio tibetano cuando era estudiante de derecho en Londres y desde entonces, cuando me encuentro con dificultades o mi volundad flojea, lo recito y me ayuda a seguir adelante , a perseverar, a continuar regando el bambú chino cada día aunque no vea los brotes, a tener fe en mí y en el plan divino trazado para mi. Los últimos tres años de mi vida fueron un calvario debido a un marido que se había propuesto destruirme. Vivía en un país extranjero con él y mis hijos. Yo quería salir de allí con ellos y era consciente de que sólo tendría un intento para alcanzar mi meta con éxito. Tardé un año en sobreponerme a una gran depresión, una bajada a los infiernos, pero lo logré. Me armé de coraje y el universo hizo todo lo demás. Encontré un trabajo en una arolínea que me hacía feliz , me mantenía alejada de mi tormento doméstico y finalmente también me posibilitó la salida del país con mis hijos. Nada es casualidad. Como dice el Eclesiastés, hay un tiempo para todo en esta vida. No abandones tus sueños, da un paso todos los días. Por muy insignificante que te parezca, llegará el momento en el que todo estará listo para favorecer el cambio que necesitas en tu vida. Las raices serán lo sificientemente fuertes para sujetarte en tu ascensión hacia tus sueños. Ha sido una gran lección de vida y doy gracias a Dios por todas las personas que puso en mi camino y me ayudaron a salir de la jaula y cerrar la puerta para siempre. Lo mejor de todo es que no albergo ningín rencor ni odio. Hasta de esos malos sentimientos me he liberado. Gracias por lanzar esta invitación Sr. Coelho. Será un placer conocerle si así está escrito. Vaya con Dios.

  2. Y ahí estamos, el bambú y yo. Frente al mundo. Nos miramos y no decimos nada, pero lo escondemos todo. Nos cruzamos con millones de desconocidos, a quienes si no dedicamos nuestro tiempo, pasarán por nuestro lado dejando indiferencia y pasando a ser una persona más. Una rama más, un ser más. Con mis dieciocho años vividos, tan sólo puedo mirar al frente y creer en todo aquello que me queda por sentir. Todo lo que, aún, me queda por descubrir y conocer. Tengo el tiempo del mundo para dejar germinar mis raíces y crecer cual caña de bambú.

    Mi bambú están comenzando a crecer. Sé que lo estoy desarrollando a base de confianza, de autoestima y sobre todo, de mucho amor. Aquel que me conoce, que se compromete con mi locura y nunca se rinde, encuentra mi afecto y comprensión.

    Mi relación con esta historia de Coelho es firme.

    Lucho cada día por superar errores que me quisieron destruir. Aprendo, paso a paso, a perder esa cobardía que alguna vez intento frenarme. No miro atrás. Absorbo el agua que me hace crecer y resurgir de mis raíces. Poco tiempo bastará para sembrar esa semilla que brotará en el corazón de tantos guerreros que sí quisieron acompañarme.

  3. Tomasa Ramírez López says:

    Buenas noches Paulo,
    Hace dias que quería escribir, intentar expresar con palabras como el bambú chino ha influido en mi vida. Hoy es la última noche hasta que mañana Paulo elija a esas 10 “afortunadas” personas. Hoy, 9 de febrero no ha sido de los mejores dias de m vida, he recibido una mala noticia, tales sentimientos y sensanciones nuevas en mi vida para lo que creía que estaba preparada y Dios o la vida no ha querido que sea así…, esas raices pensaba que estaban preparadas para brotar, emerger rápido y brillar con la luz de la vida como el bambú, supongo que tendré que esperar y luchar para que esas raices estén sanas y fuertes y así brotar con esa intensidad. Ahora sé que cuando esté preparada algo me dirá que es el momento de salir, luchar y conseguir mi leyenda personal.
    No se si llegaré a ser elegida, hoy no es dia de pensar y solo intento expresar lo que mis torpes letras me deján, pero me está ayudando a tener un poco de esperanza y ser paciente, pues cuando esas raices estén fuertes se con certeza que creceré.
    Un abrazo.
    Tomasa Ramírez

  4. Zaimar says:

    Like in the Chinese Bamboo story, at the moment I’m following all the signs from the Universe to find and live my personal legend. Looking back 6 years ago I couldn’t understand at all certain personal events that happened and marked me.
    Then 2 years ago when I thought that everything was going according to what I planned for my life, I had a major set back and again I started to question myself the rationale of my existence and the reasons for all my suffering. I used to think that I had it all figured out and that I knew exactly what I wanted for life and how to achieve it.
    And then again, on New Year’s Eve 2011 I was given such a good news that I thought to myself ‘If I’m really part of a master plan, then what the plan is, and how do I fit on it’?
    Nothing happened for a few weeks and just one week ago after losing my 4th opportunity to enjoy motherhood, suddenly it hit me! I had an insight, the same as you, I realised that I’ve invested my energy, work, time, effort love and dedication for exactly 6 years and nothing has happened!
    In my case, nothing happened only because all my energy was diverted to do what was expected from me and not to what could feed my spiritual needs.
    Like the bamboo I’ve been for so many years developing my roots, learning and developing skills which were feeding my talents but not my soul.
    So, finally! I think that my ’5th’ year has arrived! I’ve started to dedicate my life to do things that not only will feed my soul but that also will contribute to other people’s wellbeing and happiness.
    I was also limiting my universe to less than a few friends and to spending as much time as possible with my husband… Yes! that’s right! I life without any challenges at all, which at the end was leading me to boredom, and it was the type of boredom that only comes when you have locked yourself up in the dangerous comfort zone!.
    For too long I was afraid to share my skills and talents with strangers for some many ridiculous reasons. But now, I’ve realised that by dedicating my life to help others achieve their goals, I’ll actually grow not only spiritually but also intellectually. Because at the end, knowledge is empty if it is not used to help other grow.
    Finally, the same as you (in the Chinese Bamboo) I can say that ‘this’ is what I wanted, all the projects I’m setting up at the moment are a bit risky and people think I’ve gone mad for resigning my 9 to 5 job to start what I think will be my victory.
    I believe in it and I know I’ll win. Because as you said: ‘when ones desires something the universe conspires to give it to you’…
    I’m a chinese bamboo! my 5th year has arrived and like the chinese bamboo I’ll be flexible enough to flow with the peaceful winds but also strong enough to endure any storm that might arise in this new adventure, which is to follow my dreams and not someone else’s dreams.

    Thank you for sharing with us your talent and for giving us this opportunity.

  5. María Mendoza says:

    Siempre se puede hacer más, siempre podemos llegar más allá de donde estamos y siempre podemos hacer las cosas mejor. Todos los aprendizajes que tu tenías y que habías hecho y logrado hasta el día de esa cena, no podrían ser borradas ni robadas ni tampoco se irían, ya eran tuyas! fruto de tu “primera siembra” por así llamarlo. Y eso es lo que todos en este día, en este instante tenemos. Esta lectura me hace pensar: “¿Esto es suficiente?”
    Necesitamos, sí, renacer, seguir aprendiendo, a veces repasar lecciones antiguas, combinarlas con nuevas y conquistar!… estamos sembrando, naciendo, creciendo, fortaleciéndonos en la tierra (sin que veamos resultados resaltantes) luego tenemos esa maravilla de 25 metros de altura! Nuestros frutos! Al fin resultados!!! Pues cada uno de nosotros ya tiene la receta, sabemos lo que hay que hacer. Ya sea siguiendo pistas de sueños, estudiando una carrera o construyendo una barca de madera…
    Soy de Venezuela y vivo en España, y hace curiosamente 5 años que estoy en este proceso de fortaleza y expansión. Me interesé por varios idiomas por amor a las lenguas. Y poco a poco a lo largo de este proceso le he visto “el queso a la tostada” hahaha. Todo con esfuerzo y sin olvidar, claro, el atrevimiento, o como tu lo has dicho: “toque de locura”.
    Tal vez las cosas que tengo en mente no las puedo exponer tan bien como tu, y peco o tal vez no, de ser muy coloquial, pero no todos tenemos ese don de ser escritores, en el mundo no podemos todos ser iguales, sino, nadie sería especial… Con mucho cariño, y un HASTA PRONTO!

  6. Isabel Rosales says:

    Siempre he querido ser veterinaria. Desde que era pequeña siempre me han encantado los animales. Me inspiran ternura, bondad, pero sobre todo nobleza. No conocen la maldad, ni el engaño, ni la traición. Simplemente son. Simplemente aman. Y aquí estoy, escribiendo este comentario con una gatita ronroneando en mi regazo, cuando debería estar estudiando para un examen que tengo el lunes. Porque sí, estoy estudiando tercero de veterinaria. Ya debería haber acabado la carrera, pues había renunciado a mi sueño. Seguí otras sendas, estudié otras cosas, trabajé en distintos sitios, pero al final seguí mi leyenda personal. Y ahora me siento como el brote de bambú chino, estudiando, almacenando conocimientos bajo tierra y construyendo raíces, para algún día brotar y ser una buena veterinaria. Porque lo voy a ser.

  7. Alexandre Mikhailytchev says:

    Dear Mr. Coelho,

    Even though you have scheduled your dinner in Barcelona on Hitler’s birthday, I decided to take the chance. After all, the bastardo is dead and life goes on.

    The themes and topics of “Chinese Bamboo” chapter relate to my life on a few accounts.

    First, I am sure I will be mentioned in Guinness World Records as a human embodiment of Chinese bamboo that has had the longest growth period.

    When I was 5 years old, I knew I had a special purpose in this life and I was willing to fulfill it. For the next 50 years, I have been constantly rejecting all possibilities of living so called “normal” life while trying to pursue my Personal Legend and I still haven’t achieved anything!

    In my twenties, I tried to justify my humble existence on Earth by working in photography but I hadn’t become another Henri Cartier-Bresson or Richard Avedon.

    During next 20+ years I was raising three children while desperately trying to remain sane in decaying Soviet Union of 1980-s and to survive in going wild Russia of 1990-s, from where I emigrated to Canada in 1997.

    Here, in Canada, in my early 50-s, I wrote a few satirical screenplays (in English) and brilliantly failed to get any of them over the triple Berlin Wall that surrounds Hollywood. I have reached the point where I would consider rejection of my material a huge success because that would mean someone at least has read it.

    That failure did not stop me. As we say is Russia, “Only grave will straighten a humpback.” Recently, I started working on a new project, which is writing a parody on “The Alchemist.” You should know that your book is so wonderful that it is literally begging for a parody.

    Needless to say, I feel idiotically enthusiastic about my project: maybe this time I will finally fulfill my destiny? Your blessing or cursing of my endeavor would be really appreciated.

    [I wonder though, since my growth period has been at least ten times longer than that of real Chinese bamboo, does that mean that if I succeed now, I will grow, figuratively speaking, as high as 250 meters or just standard 25 meters but ten times faster?]

    The second way “Chinese Bamboo” chapter relates to my life is that I sometimes have experiences similar to those that supposedly happen in the second before our death. Only in my case they happen in the second before I wake up after sleep.

    During that second I feel that I understand everything without words. And after that second I spend a few minutes making a decision whether it’s worth waking up and continue living.

    It does not mean that I am suicidal or that my life is unbearable. It is probably just a friendly reminder of looming death and of my obligation to continue my search for my purpose in this life, i.e. my Heaven.

    I also tend to interpret these experiences as an illustration of one of the most profound ideas of Dostoevsky’s: “Time does not exist.” If it is possible to understand in a single moment everything that may mean you have always had it in you and thus the notion of time becomes meaningless.

    Third, your words about “the vice of solitude” are very relevant to my situation. I have become really disconnected from other people due to my attempts to discover the Truth by digging deeper and deeper inside myself. Basically, I have reached a dead end.

    It seems that the remedy, indeed, is in embracing all the problems associated with living with other people and, in my case, replacing my search for the Truth with love. Again, Dostoevsky comes at hand: “Truth without love is evil.”

    However, I would disagree with you that “my path is reflected in the eyes of others” only. Still, solitude has its virtue. After all, someone (not Dostoevsky) said: “You will find in other people only what you bring to them.”

    Finally, and most importantly, after reading the “Chinese Bamboo” chapter, I was very pleased to know that the way to achieve orgasm that I intuitively had chosen when I was young was the right one.

    I look forward to hearing from you and I would be really happy to meet 10+ interesting people with whom I would speak the same language and be the one, even if it is for one dinner only.

    Thank you for your time and for your books.

    1. Paulo Coelho says:

      I did not know it was the MOnster’s birthday. I decided the date based on the fact that I will be there on the 19th, for a conference in St. Paul’s School.

  8. Clara says:

    Che si chiamassero germogli di bambù non lo sapevo fino a che non ho letto il tuo libro.
    Io li ho sempre chiamati:
    I°-voglio riuscire ad avere una attività(e lo avuta).
    II°-due figli,ci sono(sono i rami della mia vita)
    III°-ora scrivo poesie con discreto successo.Aspettando che il sole illumini la mia giornata migliore.

  9. M.Matias says:

    Dear Paulo,
    Well, my bamboo is in almost full flight right now.
    I would like to make a parallel with my kid nurturing, almost time to flying off the nest (going to university). The main difference is time. It take approximately twenty years to raise a human being. One must water, feed and so on daily. Then one day, we keep hoping that all the effort that we bestow upon, will eventually come to fruition. A responsible, honest, good values, mindful the needs of others, self respect, charm and so on will appear, take its rightful place in space and time, making eternity its life on earth aleph.

  10. Erin Coriell says:

    The last lines of a TV program I once watched went something like this:

    “Just when we think we have figured things out, the Universe throws us a curveball. So we have to improvise. We find happiness in unexpected places. We find our way back to the things that matter the most. The Universe is funny that way, sometimes it just has its way of making sure we end up exactly where we belong.”

    The Universe is clever, especially when you have your own agenda. I was pretty confident about my agenda for my trip to India. After arriving, I would live in the ashram, meditate, discover my personal legend, and move on to share these gifts with the world.

    Hello curveball!

    I was left to discover a different way, which unfolded in the most fantastic form! I traveled South India with two French girls, lived with an Indian family, and taught at a school. Three things that I was not expecting, but they were clearly expecting me. The Universe seemed to be holding this plan all along, patiently waiting for me to let go and fall into the flow.

    I let go and found myself surrounded by one thrilling and mystical experience after another. These experiences were not happening at an ashram or in the caves as described in the books that I fantasized about. They were happening in the city streets, at café’s, toy shops, living rooms, and at a local school. Through these experiences, spirituality shined its magnificence and claimed its presence in everything. It’s hard to believe that I was trying to put something so expansive and omnipresent inside of a box. Silly me!

    Once I discovered how fluid spirituality was, I found myself free. In this space of freedom, I painted my host mom’s toe nails, braided hair, sung Kirtan in the living room with my Nani, developed a passion for Indian food, learned to eat with my hands (which I have always loved), bargained with rickshaw drivers, enjoyed long walks, sat in silence, watched soap operas in Hindi, learned to love the heat, and befriended the neighboring monkeys and pigs. Through each of these things I have uncovered a piece of my personal legend: to live, love, and serve.

    In India it’s not always what is happening around you, but more of what is happening inside of you. These past 6 weeks have felt like an eternity that has rushed by in a matter of seconds. I am still processing how time works around here and so far I am realizing that it doesn’t. Time does not exist here. My experience has felt much like Alice’s from Alice In Wonderland, the part where she fell down the rabbit whole, discovering a new world and finding her courage. It has all felt like a dream, but I know life is but a dream within a dream.

    It’s been almost one year since my adventure in India and I have traveled throughout South East Asia, back to the U.S., and I will set-off on my Latin America adventure this weekend. I am grateful I followed my heart and traveled outside of the Ashram!

    1. Hello Erin, I loved your accounting of your journey in India! You will leave an endearing impression on Latin America as well, I’m sure; by immersing yourself in the culture, appreciating the benefits to you, and not expecting it to conform to what you are use to.

  11. alessia says:

    Comincio col dire che anche io mi definisco o gli altri mi definiscono un’eterna insoddisfatta, perchè alla continua ricerca di nuovi stimoli sia personali che professionali. Quando ho letto del bambu’ cinese ho pensato ad una metafora della pazienza e perseveranza che dovrei applicare a me stessa. Mi aspetto di seminare e poter cogliere i frutti del mio lavoro immediatamente, spesso con arroganza, come se il risultato di ogni mia azione debba corrispondere ad un immediato risultato. Ma è pur vero che a volte i risultati non sono palpabili e concreti, come le radici del bambu’ cinese che crescono indisturbate e bisogna avere la pazienza di attendere che un cambiamento avvenga. Non dico che bisogna passivamente attendere, ma continuare a seminare perchè c’è un bambu’ cinese pronto a crescere ogni “5 anni” :)
    Se penso alle mie esperienze passate, mi piace dire che la vita sia fatta di cicli e che prima o poi ognungo di questi si chiude ed un altro nuovo se ne apre.

    Grazie ancora per gli splendidi spunti di riflessione che offri con i tuoi libri.

  12. Elena says:

    Buon giorno,

    pensavo di scriverle tanto tempo fa,relativamente,…mi viene voglia di scriverle ogni volta che finisco un suo romanzo,gli ho letti quasi tutti e non posso fare una classifica perché sono tutti belli.L’ho “conosciuto” 8 anni fa con “11 minuti” e d’ allora che la seguo…Mi veniva voglia di scrivergli come li dicevo perché in ogni suo libro sentivo una cosa famigliare e poi nelle tutte problematiche della mia vita sentivo bisogno di un suo consiglio,ma poi ogni volta che usciva un libro lo cercavo nella disperazione di trovare una risposta di trovare la mia strada.Ne parlava spesso Lei della sua “strada” della suo voglia di superare se stesso della suo noia quando non ha più sfide.L’ho invidio perché secondo me le riesce meglio di me,dipenderà sicuramente dalle esperienze che lei ha fatto,della saggezza che arriva con l’ età(forse,non a tutti sicuramente) o magari me l’ho insegna?!Adesso ho trovato di scriverle il coraggio perché Lei ha lanciato la sfida…e mi son detta perché no?!

    Li parlo un po’ di me….ho 32 anni,sposata con 2 bambini abito a Venezia ma sono nata in un paesino della Romania.In mio seme del bambù cinese l’ho piantato tanti anni fa ma non riesco tuttora a vedere la crescita.Ho molato i studi universitari a 20 anni per emigrare in Italia,era un po il sogno di tutti a quel epoca emigrare nel occidente.Qui ho faticato molto al inizio per farmi una strada,nel senso che non volevo solo lavorare per i soldi e dopo ritornare nel mio paese come era un po la tendenza dei miei compaesani,volevo non trovarmi a 30 ani(dato che allora ero molto giovane) a fare sempre la baby sitter o la donna delle pulizie(no avendo nulla in contrario per questi lavori ma volendo di più per me stessa)e cosi ho cercato e trovato al inizio un lavoro di segretaria(Dato che ho fatto il liceo linguistico e sapendo inglese e francese avevo un asso nella manica)In quel ufficio ho imparato anche la contabilità,puoi mi sono trasferita in un altro ufficio e imparavo sempre cose nuove,mi piaceva quello che facevo ed ero molto orgogliosa di me stessa,anche mia famiglia mi ammirava..mi sentivo arrivata in un certo senso.Nel frattempo mi sono sposata,giovane avevo 23 ani e questo e un altro capitolo(per fortuna tuttora bello)A 25 anni rimango incinta per sbaglio,avevo dimenticata la pillola.E stata una crisi perché non mi sentivo pronta ma alla fine l’ho acchetato e ho fato bene perché adesso ho un bellissimo figlio di 7 ani e sono molto orgogliosa di lui.Rientrare dopo la maternità e stato molto difficile,non mi hanno concesso la riduzione del orario e ho dovuto rinunciare al lavoro,ho trovato lavoro come barista,dopo e arrivata 3 anni fà anche mia figlia e sono stata costretta a rimanere a casa a occupare dei miei figli della loro scuola dei loro orari.Per carita per quanto erano piccoli a avevano bisogno di me li ho accuditi e sono stata felice di farlo anche se mancava il lavoro.Adesso che vanno a scuola e mi ritrovo a casa,mi rendo conto che non sono fatta per questa vita qui,mi e molto difficile trovare il lavoro dato la crisi,e non dico in ufficio ma magari anche come barista o baby sitter.

    Questa mancanza mi pesa molto perché sono una persona attiva,che mi piace tanto il contato con la gente,con una buona cultura,e purtroppo faccio tanta fatica.Mi riempio il tempo andando in biblioteca,lego tantissimo(mi piace tanto leggere)e mi sono iscritta anche a una associazione di volontariato vado nei ospedali per fare i clown terapia ai pazienti (ho fato prima un apposito corso per questo)Leggo molti libri della motivazione personale dove dicono che devi essere ottimista,metterti in testa una cosa,pensarla ossessivamente e dopo succederà!dove dicono che se credi veramente nella tua strada e devi esser tu per primo a credere nel tuo talento le cose verranno da se!Ma io mi domando:Quale e la mia strada?In che cosa devo credere?Quale e mio talento?Lo so che questa non era la tema lanciato da Lei,ma io le rivolgo lo stesso la mia domanda:Come faccio trovare la mia strada?

    Mi sento spaesata…persa,non ho più sfide,più obiettivi.Come fa uscire il mio bambù,se non so neanche che seme ho seminato?!

    Mi sento dire:Fai quello che ti piace fare!Ma cosa mi piace non l’ho ancora scoperto!Invidio le persone che nel loro lavoro hanno trovato la passione e lo fanno con la passione,ma io per primo non trovo il lavoro e poi non mi permetto il lusso cercarlo in base alla mia passione,e poi no so neanche cosa mi piacerebbe fare.Intanto penso a un lavoro che mi aiuti economicamente,per fortuna lavora mio marito e c’è la caviamo.

    Purtroppo neanche con la fede non ho un buon rapporto,non so neanche pregare,ringrazio Dio quasi ogni giorno per la fortuna che abbiamo che ci svegliamo ogni mattina e siamo in salute e facendo questo ringraziamento mi fa sentire con la coscienza a posto.

    Le mie amiche mi invidiano per il fatto che sto a casa e ho tanto tempo libero,e io invidio loro perché sono sempre in una sfida continua.Ogni giorno dopo aver portato i bambini a scuola mi dedico alla casa,e cerco di inventarmi motivi per uscire di casa,non riesco a stare ferma a contemplare…per fortuna mi salva la lettura.Magari se trovasi un lavoro che mi porterebbe via di casa rimpiangerei la tranquillità di questi giorni,eh!perché siamo atti cosi non ci accontentiamo mai!

    Mi ha dato un motivo di riflessione questa sua sfida…e ho pensato che il mio bambù potrebbero essere miei figli.Quando li ho avuti non sapevo niente di cosa devo fare per essere una buona mamma(non che adesso ne ho la certezza!)ma mi sono informata,ho letto tantissimo,mi sono messa parecchi volte in discussione,li ho seguiti e adesso con la scuola riesco a intravedere i primi segni del mio impegno.Perché dico con la scuola,magari e una cosa stupida,ma andando a parlare con le maestre del mio figlio più grande loro mi congratulano sempre per i suoi risultati dicendomi che si vede che è un bambino seguito.Ogni volta che vado a scuola a parlare con loro ritorno a casa 2 metri sopra la terra a mi dico:”Vedi non e inutile che tu stai a a casa e ti occupi di loro,i risultati si vedono!”E mi sento felice in quei momenti.Ma dopo mi metto in discussione e penso ma sono i suoi risultati non i miei e come faccio a sapere che anche se ero via di casa lui non se la cavava ugualmente?

    Sono molto confusa e questo credo che si riesce a capire facilmente,non mia aspetto da Lei una pillola magica che risolvi la mia agitazione interiore,ma magari un consiglio se lo ritiene necessario…e chi sa magari sarò fortunata a incontrarla per cena!

    A presto!

    Elena

  13. S says:

    LIKE THE ROOTS, my search takes me in many directions. Chapter ‘Chinese Bamboo,’ represents part of The Jorney of an individual life. A movement along that journey. A call to love and to love in return. There are many mountains on the path to love – fetile soil to feed the soul and unhospitable ground to challenge it.

    AT TIMES when i am ready to grow i make mistakes: i overfantisize and loose the moment because i am a dreamer. However, i am not cruel with myself, it is one of my greatest strengths and i realise it is important for all warriors to do this.

    I DETOUR because i am capable of making mistakes, but not understanding why, i know they happen for a reason. I may fall at the same point many times but i learn that a crumbling road has many disguises.

    THEN I FIND i am ready to grow, because i have fallen many times. I am overcome with joy because i now know The Journey is not over, there is still much to be revealed, and i share my happiness with those i meet.

    ALL I NEED IS COURAGE and the promise in my heart to guide me. I have a blessing – the power to choose my own destiny, and i am no longer afraid of taking risks. I recall what i read in one of Paulo’s books, when the Angel speaks to Alijah;

    “There is no tragedy, only the unavoidable. Everything hath its reasons for being: thou needest only distinguish what is temporary and what is lasting.”

    Bless Paulo

    “There is no tradgedy

    I ask Him to fill my heart with enthusiasm and recall

  14. Verónica says:

    Para mi la historia del bambú chino tiene mucho significado con la vida,ya que todos los esfuerzos dan su fruto con el tiempo.Es como un profesor cuando enseña a su alumno en clase,primero le enseña la teoría que después de estudiarla tiene que aplicar en la práctica.No vale de nada si aprendemos la teoría pero no la ponemos en práctica,pues las raizes de lo aprendido crecen verdaderamente cuando se llevan a la práctica.Al igual que no podemos crecer y aprender si siempre estamos en el mismo lugar y con la misma gente(sin olvidar también los que nos ha enseñado esa gente),hay que evolucinar,ponernos nuestras metas y como bien dice en el capítulo del “bambú chino” necesitamos extraños como esos que nos ayuden a salir del agujero.
    A veces,en muchas ocasiones en nuestra vida,después de haber estado un tiempo luchando por algo que deseamos o que queremos cambiar nos paramos a pensar que de nada sirve,porque parece que todo sigue igual y no va a cambiar.Nos preguntamos que es lo que estamos haciendo mal y no encontramos respuestas.Pero lo piensas mejor y te das cuenta de que no es asi, sino que has dado pequeños pasos para algún dia acabar de dar el paso grande. En ese momento en el que caemos y pensamos abandonar es cuando tenemos que levantarnos de nuevo con más fuerza,añadir toques de locura a nuestra vida,nuevos desafíos y formas de hacer las cosas,y sobre todo buscar el apoyo en los demás,aprender de esos extraños que saben cosas que tu nunca has experimentado.
    Asi es como plasmo yo mi idea de la historia del “bambú chino” según mi experiencia :)
    Tus lecturas han cambiado mi forma de ver la vida y me han dado fuerzas en muchas ocasiones de seguir adelante.Muchas gracias señor Coelho.Espero poder seguir disfrutando de esas lecturas.Un abrazo desde España :)

  15. Pascal says:

    It feels to me that sometimes the seed stays buried forever. In these moments I tell myself, “You need to feed it for it to grow”. I always followed a path that I knew was not mine up until two years ago. That’s when I decided to make changes in my life. Major changes. First, I found a new career which had to be aligned with my passions. Fast forward to the present. I am still looking even if I tried many different things. So I decided to stop looking. I got rid of all my belongings and embarked on a travel journey with indefinite timeline. The most important thing now is to meet strangers and get to know them. But really know them without judging or trying to see how they connect to my life. Sometimes it feels awkward as if I am going in all directions. In these moments I say to myself that one day, everything that I am doing will become clear. The dots will connect and I will shut up just like the bamboo. As I am enjoying the travelling experience, I rediscovered something lost for a long time: true friendship. I think I still need to grow a few more roots before it will be my time to shoot up. I can sense that the fifth year of my journey is getting closer…

    1. tt says:

      i really like your story….guess we all are doing the same….hoping that our dots one day will connect….and growing one day more and another less :)

  16. Arto Hutto says:

    ”Before you get to know everyone in the world, you must know yourself first, but to know yourself, you need to get out into the world to meet everyone.”

    ”Before you can understand the world, you must understand yourself, but to know who you are, you need to get out into the world to find yourself.”

    I wrote the above a while ago in Swedish inspired by your thoughts. It is roughly translated so I made 2 versions. And to reflect on your chapter “Chinese Bamboo” and what it brings up from my life..

    Almost 20 years after your trip to London, in 1997 I “left” a job in the Swedish movie industry. 30 years old. I had it all, beautiful wife, 2 small children, status, a good paycheck every month, large house with swimming pool, nice car, good education, no loans bla bla…
    In this status driven material world I had all I could wish for, but spiritually I had nothing. I had not found or dared to searched for “me”, I just accepted the image that I supposed everyone thought was me.
    The hole grew larger and larger, deeper and deeper and one day it was enough. I fell into it.

    Well, I had some money so I could support us for a few years but instead of listening to my inner voice, or follow my heart, I just walked on and started businesses with my money. I was self-employed for 10 years, but I was still swimming against the stream chasing for the pot of gold, for supposed happiness. Everything comes to an end and if you do not follow your heart and dreams, it will come fast and hard!
    All ended up with me having NOTHING but then later it showed to be EVERYTHING. No money, no family, no house, no health, but a lot of loans. Instead of the pot of gold, I got a cracked jar that I first had to glue together, still this was the best gift for me because I found “me” or rather, I got a chance to stop and see a glimpse of who “I” can be.
    No need for objects to define me or status or money. Love, for myself and others. As love multiplies, I started by giving it to myself and then it pours over and there is enough for others around me or for whom I meet.

    I never allowed my roots set as the bamboo would have done or perhaps it is so that the roots grow very slowly for some people. It took over 40 years for my slow growing bamboo to shoot up a little bit. If you are always in motion and running from “me” then it is impossible to grow high and fast, like the bamboo grass.

    Today, the blind has taught me to see, the deaf has taught me to listen, the disabled has taught me to appreciate my body, the “weak-minded” has taught me to think, not about myself but about others…

    with love,

    Arto
    (just found out that my name Arto means “bear” in the extinct Gaulish language spoken through what are now mainly France, Northern Italy, Switzerland, eastern Belgium, Luxembourg and western Germany. My middle name Olavi means descendent in ancient Nordic language or in French, O La Vi(e). Perhaps names says something about the person, “The descendent of the bear” or “Art o La Vie”. Well, I choose to interpret after the mood I´m in… =;O)
    PS.
    Congratulations! Soon there are 1000 Swedish fans on the Swedish facebook page also, it´s growing slowly and steadily.

    note:
    About bamboo, it´s so strong and fast growing that it has been growing right through the body of people who has been stuck on the ground for some reason (one of the reasons of course is man who has used it as torture method) Like all good things, humans can use it for evil. But more it has been used for good things and still are.

  17. says:

    A semente do bambú chinês a sinto no coração, as raízes espalhando se até es os joelhos e certamente vão mais profundo. Porem o bambú chinês é nada de pessoal. E algo de compartilhado que pertenece a todos e que faz com que as nossas vidas se evolvam de um jeito que nos permite de ver que tudo e uma coisa só. O bambú chinês existe alem do espaço e do tempo e por isso tem a capacidade de criar os milagres no espaço, no tempo certo. O bambú chinês é uma planta que nos ensina, como todas as plantas; como tudo.

    O historia do livro Aleph estava para aparecer bem visível, de um jeito o outro. O livro mesmo é apenas um dos milhares de caules de bambus parecidas que crescem atualmente. Porem este livro é especial porque esta escrito de uma forma que pode ser entendido e compartilhado por qualquer pessoa.

    Se não tivesse recebido este livro ultimamente teria encontrado esta historia em forma dos outros caules de bambus, porem certamente não com a mesma clareza como agora que tenho este livro me acompanhando. Cada dia estou lendo apenas algumas paginas, no mesmo tempo estou emocionado como minha lenda atual me traz as mesmas experiencias num fluxo de sincronizidade continuo. Isso sempre acontece que leio um livro, talvez porque so leio os livros que recebo do bambus chines.

    Quando leía 3’000’000 Twitter no blog no dia que aparecia pensava que realmente seria legal de encontrar num día Paulo Coelho, tala vez num jantar. Também pensava que era um pouco estranho que estava sobre o bambú chinês mesmo que no livro já estava alums capítulos mais longe. Na próxima pagina do livro bambú chinês reapareceu . E logo meus vizinhos me chamarão para me dizer que iam para ferias e me perguntarão so for possível eu dar comida para seus dois coelhos. Entretanto tenho dado boa comida a estes coelhos e do jeito que se comportavam era muito obvio qual deles era o Paulo: O coelho branco que mostrava muita coragem por causa de curiosidade, sempre esplorando os limites. Neste momento me pergunto: Quem era o outro coelho? De toda maneira já tive meu jantar que estava esperando. Era muito legal! Obrigado! :-)

    Vou para as montanhas por tres días agora. Preciso me adiantar. Talvez ainda vai dar para ver o horizonte vermelho!

  18. Danielle M Barros says:

    Olá ,Paulo
    Me indentifico muito com o que a natureza pode nos ensinar,
    No livro Aleph na parte em que aparece o Bambu chines é muito interessante porquê você se percebe nesta planta. E ele tem muito mais a nos ensinar.. As vezes não entendemos nada , é como se tudo fosse em vão, um emaranhado “nós” como imagino as raizes embaixo do solo, mas, mais tarde tudo começa a se encaixar como se tivessemos olhando um tapete de cima e percebemos que forma um lindo desenho
    No meu dia dia percebo como as sintuações em que me encontro vão mudando e eu preciso me adaptar ao novo. Apesar de sua altura o bambu chines pode curvar-se até que sua ponta toque o solo e depois voltar a sua posição original como se nada tivesse ocorrido. Nesse caso, a flexibilidade garante a sua sobrevivência. Você se considera flexível o bastante para mudar, curvar-se sempre que necessário, adaptar-se a novas situações, no capitulo que o Senhor escreveu pude assimilar muitas coisas ,como: Trabalhar duro e em silêncio mesmo que os resultados não sejam imediatos; ser flexivel, humilde, ter uma estratégia, trabalhar em equipe..
    Admiro muito o seu trabalho e as vezes digo: nossa eu sabia disso, daquilo, mas como não percebi antes.. como não pude ver da maneira que o paulo “ver”?.. daí entendo que Deus tem seus Instrumentos aqui na terra(pessoas como vc que atraves do seu amor consegue chegar a muitos corações. Bejoss
    Danielle M Barros

  19. Stephany says:

    Dear Paulo,
    You said in your Book “The Aleph” that “A life without cause is a life without effect”.
    My life changed 3 years ago, when I first read “The alchemist”, I started to identify the signs that “will lead me back to myself”. Now, I trust the omens, I follow the signs, and try to live my personal legend, how?
    When I graduated, 4 years ago, from a major that never interested me at all, but that I chose because it was the only test that I passed in the official Lebanese university (other private universities are so expensive which I couldn’t afford at that time). I started working in a company, it was the worst year of my life, a year without ambition with a low salary; I was trapped in my own fear, scared of my own shadow.
    3 years ago, a person died in our family in a very tragic way, a plane crashed in our Lebanese sky and he died. His name is Albert, he was a diver, he was an adventurous, caring and loving person, who always talked about a writer named “Paulo Coelho” and his book “The alchemist”. When he passed away, I decided to read the book, trying to undrestand the reason for his enthusiasm whenever he talked about this book; I read it and everything changed.
    I started wondering and I “could understand what’s going on inside myself”. I believed in me, I believed that I know what I always wanted, “I believed in victory” and I knew that inside of me, something was maturing, year after year, and time has arrived for it to come out, same as the Chinese Bamboo.
    I came back to college, the private college that I couldn’t afford before, I still have now 3 courses and I’ll have my masters degree in International business, I’m still in the same company for now, but with a good position and a much better salary; I plan for a trip whenever I have the time and the money; I dream to visit all the countries on the map, to recognize all the civilizations, to learn a little bit their language, to taste all their food especially their chocolate and their wine.
    I’m happy now, confident, trying every day to “re-conquer my kingdom”, my happiness is becoming the joy of my colleagues, my boss, my family and my friends. I’m pursuing a dream, a dream that I never had the willpower before to believe in.
    Just like Monica, your big fan, who believed in you; I’m a fan of myself now, because I am not “alive by being unhappy”, I am alive knowing that “the fear of suffering is worst than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dream”.
    Thank you “Paulo Coelho” for the love and hope, eventhough “I don’t know how the story ends, either the last time or last word will be”, but I know that “when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it”.

  20. Brad Woodworth says:

    Dear Sir,
    When I was growing up as a child I was a awkward and wasn’t fully aware of how the world worked. I would spend most of my time on the outside, watch others, and whenever I chimed in, would find myself teased again. Not realizing this was merely a test, I concluded that there was clearly something wrong with myself and spent much of my time alone, just observing. After many many years of this a series of drastic changes in my life occurred. Within a period of 4 months, I parted ways with my girlfriend of three years, left my corporate job, and ran away to sail around the world. When I was sailing, I discovered something, everyone else was just as awkward as myself, no one had all the answers, and that i now had an advantage over everyone else. While they were spending their time trying to fit in, I was living my life independently, becoming a much more grounded person, and discovering more about myself then they knew. Since then, I’ve spent some time working with young people, and always notice the ones on the outside, who seem very upset that in their heads they are outcasts. I always tell them “Don’t worry, now you are putting down the routes, in a number of years, you will start to put up shoots and they will be envious of how well grounded you are.”

    Cheers

    1. Alexandra Belau says:

      I can relate to that story of yours, where did u sail to? Cuz I was wondering of hiring on a boat, my grandpa lifes in gibraltar and he said, that one can hire on a boat, and work there. Have u any advise on that. I would love to do that, but I’m a bit a chicken so I always like to hear experiencend peoples’ advice on it. Thank u

      Cheers

  21. I still remember the fragrance of the seasoning that the stew was omitting in my grandmother’s kitchen. My grandmother hardly ever made anything important or delicious but since my cousins where visiting she took an extra expense on her tight budget. I still remember playing outside with my cousins and telling them how I wished my mother was present because I missed her and couldn’t help and feel a little lonely but I was actually looking forward to tasting the food and couldn’t wait to be called into the table only to never be called in. I was probably only five years old and I definitely didn’t understand much about the world but I definitely did understand rejection and when someone looked condescending towards me.
    My mother had left my biological father because he would physically abuse her so we ended up taking refuge on my grandmother’s house until my mother could find a job to provide us a home. We didn’t come from the city or have a nice appearance like my cousins so we couldn’t help and see the prejudice. I do know that from that moment in my life a feeling instilled to want to have a place in this world and fight to be a respectable and admirable individual who never looks above or beneath anyone. In my life I have struggled in so many similar ways with plenty of individuals looking down on me or having to swallow my pride as I see how easily some individuals succeed or yet how they purposely make my life tougher and don’t lend out a hand. As hard as my life is at certain points I have learned many lessons in life, and continue to fight the good fight. I am still that tiny shoot but I know that all my growth is taking place underground and that every step is closer to reaching my 25 meter growth that will visible to the world, and it is then that I will also have had accomplished my dreams because “dreams are not negotiable.”

  22. Paulo Coelho !
    Que linda mensagem “ Bambu Chinês “ me sinto forte como a semente do bambu , persistente , paciente.
    O tempo é a própria vida, ativamente engajada em ser .
    Tempo de plantar e tempo de colher .
    “ Que Deus abençoe “
    Silvana

  23. susan shannon says:

    Commit to your growth even when it seems as though your efforts aren’t generating any progress. It’s all happening behind the scenes, the Universe conspiring to bring forth your good; then suddenly a flurry.

    Hands to the heavens on the Pleasanton Ridge at my thinking spot, railing at the Universe, “What am I doing wrong, what am I not doing, am I doing anything right? Please send me someone like me; send me a sign!”

    It came in the form of three gentlemen all of whom, at face value, had admirable qualities BUT, in time each one presented me with the same test I’d failed before I’d spent the time doing the soul work that brought me to the craggy hill top I’d visited weekly for the last three years. I questioned whether I was really setting my true intention to draw to myself the people who honored who I was and where I saw myself going in this one crazy life.

    On a whim I decided to breeze into my favorite coffee spot to indulge my habit. It was the most gorgeous day in January the Bay Area had seen on record in 10 years. As I waited for my café au lait, basking in this sun-drenched day and feeling high on this good life suddenly I felt it; that zing of someone else’s attention connecting with my psyche.

    He smiled, winked and said hi from his table by the coffee bar. I returned his friendly gestures and in an instant he was on his feet gushing that I had this incredible energy. We shared the most intriguing conversation about mutual interests. Then, seeing that he had a business logo on his shirt I asked for his card. We’ve developed an interesting and engaging friendship.

    There was my sign that all my efforts had netted the sort of encounter the leaves me hopeful for the future. Someone finally saw the light leaping out from my spirit and not just the shell that seems to be the only attraction for some.

    Francisco was the stranger that got me out of my hole.

    Thank you, Mr. Coelho for your time and the chance for this unique and special opportunity. Best regards, suz;o)

  24. Fernando Rivera says:

    Buenas Paulo!!

    Mi reflexión personal sobre el capítulo de “El bambú chino” es que debemos aprender a labrar un camino interior, del que casi siempre es difícil ser consciente, antes de exponer todo nuestro potencial. A menudo nos paramos a pensar por qué hacemos lo que hacemos, al final del día reflexionamos sobre qué nos ha aportado ese día y no sabemos qué decir, nos esforzamos mucho en nuestros objetivos a diario sin ver resultados a corto plazo… No nos damos cuenta de que cada pequeño paso cuenta y que aunque no se materialicen los resultados hemos aprendido algo, la semilla que plantamos en su día seguirá creciendo siempre que no dejemos de confiar en que acabará saliendo a la luz y no dejemos de regarla a diario… Si la dejamos morir antes de ver siquiera los primeros resultados todo el esfuerzo se habrá tirado a la basura.
    En el caso que reflejas comentas como un escritor va aplazando sus objetivos y compromisos malgastando el tiempo en cosas que no le realizan ni le motivan, no le empujan a ser mejor ni a superarse cada día, no le permiten dejar de ser raíces para convertirse en un enorme bambú…
    Como él yo llevo 3 años aplazando mi verdadera vocación: Vivir de la inversión en Forex. Retraso cada día el momento de empezar a adquirir los conocimientos necesarios para ello (que precisamente tardan de media 5 años) para poder tener todo el potencial necesario para dejar de trabajar en algo que no me gusta ni me realiza y empezar a vivir de algo que me apasiona. Como el bambú, necesito empezar a regar mis raices día a día y adquirir un compromiso serio, sin dejar de lado mi actual trabajo, pero dando todo día a día hasta ver que las raíces dan su fruto. Te prometo que a partir de hoy me pondré manos a la obra y dentro de 5 años (si no antes) podré vivir de la manera que me gustaría vivir.

    Gracias por tus libros y me encantaría cenar contigo el día 20 de abril. No te voy a hacer la pelota por que durante años he puesto en práctica aquello de que “Cuando deseas algo con todas tus fuerzas, el universo entero conspira para que lo consigas.” Así que el día 20 nos vemos!! Y muchas gracias al universo por adelantado!
    Un abrazo fuerte.

  25. Judith Kim says:

    Three years ago, a life-changing event unleashed its wrath and disrupted a seemingly perfect little bubble of life I had created for myself. Questioning my fundamental beliefs was at the core of how I coped with it. It soon became clear that the beliefs I had harbored all my life weren’t, in fact, of my own but rather of society I barely knew and accepted. Feeling naked and empty, the only way I knew how to claim my Self again was through reading, learning from others’ journeys.
    The Alchemist was one of two books that lit the fire in me to Seek my spiritual growth. For two years, I fed my intellect and mind with stories of those who were courageous enough to seek out their journey. I read and wrote about my thoughts and feelings. I liken this period to the five years it takes for a bamboo tree to establish its roots.
    At last, the moment when the bamboo tree first breaks the ground came spring of 2011 for me. While jogging one morning in March, somewhere between Columbus Circle and 96th entrance to Central Park, it all converged: quit, move, travel. In the 30 days that followed, I quit my “successful” job, moved out of NYC and embarked on my travel around the world.
    Here I was, single, Asian woman and all 5′ 2″ of me, traveling alone across Europe, Russia, Asia, Oceania. I saw indescribably beautiful places, ate intoxicatingly good food, heard the most beautiful music, but what I will treasure the most is the people I met and their stories. Everyone has a story to tell.
    All my life, I’ve been blessed by the generosity of friends, family and strangers. Now, on the last leg of my travel in New Zealand, so it seems that the Universe has saved the best experience for last. I am discovering, truly for the first time, how wonderful it is to Give.

  26. Claubt says:

    Querido Paulo Bunny,
    Queria compartilhar uma revelacao que eu tive sobre minha vida e pedi-lhe uma opiniao. Faz 7 meses cheguei por treinamento de trabalho nos Estados Unidos-Tennesse, antes, eu morei 15 anos no Chile e creci em Salvador-Bahia ( 15 anos). (Gotou da mistura?? ) . Eu gosto muito de natureza e soy muy buena observadora, lo que m’as me gusta de esta ciudad, Nashville, es mirar el cielo y ver el moviemiento de las nubes y los pajaros migratorios. Aqui estoy realizando mis suenios de trabajar y perfeccionarme como ingeniero , vivo sola y me encanta mi vida, lo unico que no me gusta, son los tornados, y ya he pasado dos sustos por causa de ellos, desde que llegu’e a USA he viajado mucho y lo estoy disfrutando al maximo( AIRE-AR-AIR). Mis 15 anos en Chile fueron dolorosos pero de desarrollo , senti a saudade de deixar a minha terra-Bahia, mudar de vida, problemas pelo separacao de meus pais, adolecencia, estudar engenharia sem nenhum centavo no bolso, caminhar muito, ver o sol nascer pela cordilheira em Santiago todos os dias e lembrar do sol nascer no mar, at’e terremoto do 2010 eu vivi….vixe..um monte de coisa ( TERRA-EARTH-TIERRA) . Meus quinze anos en SSA, em frente ao mar , aconcojada pelo amor de minha familia desde o ventre de minha mae ( AGUA- WATER). Esse ‘e o bambu chines… semente que precisa de agua ( nao sei se bambu sai de uma semente, vamos dizer que sim ), de terra e quando cresce e d’a folha, estas bailan con el soplo del viento. pero siempre iluminadas por el Sol ( FUEGO) . Vc acha que eu deveria escrever esta estoria , mas bem contada ????? beijos. A gente se ve no jantar !!

  27. Miguel says:

    No puedo decir qué significa el capítulo porque para mí Aleph es un todo, una obra única, lineal, contínua y, como el tren Transiveriano, es un conjunto de vagones que por sí solos no sirven de nada pero que todos hacen que el propio tren, el libro, El aleph, tenga un sentido: un viaje a lo más íntimo de cada lector.

    PD: el 20 de abril es mi 31 cumpleaños, no es broma ni una excusa para poder conocerle, sería una forma excepcional de celebrarlo.

  28. Montse says:

    Como el bambú, uno va haciendo camino en medio de la incertidumbre del subsuelo, nivel donde puede que se encuentre desde hace tiempo, y sólamente sigue un impulso ciego, lleno de fe y de esa pasión que mueve el mundo. A veces presiente la magia de la Vida, y muchas otras veces la siente, pero por lo que sea no se puede instalar en ella de manera permanente, parece como si ésta actuase de forma caprichosa. Y esto genera dudas. Uno construye, teje y, de hecho, crece, pero llega un momento en el que ya no debe seguir en la misma dirección, ni echar más raíces. Es entonces cuando uno se siente estancado y se pregunta si el tiempo invertido tiene sentido, si el camino fue bien escogido…se instala una tediosa espera, que sólo se irrumpe cuando se decide salir de ese mundo conocido, romper un límite, meterse en algo nuevo que provoque mariposas en el estómago. Y luego, vertiginosamente, los tallos se elevan, ofreciendo una nueva perspectiva de la Vida. Pero a veces, como humanos con capacidad de elección, no sabemos cuál es la nueva dirección que debemos tomar…
    Yo, que también he tenido la fortuna de saborear momentos mágicos, también me he visto arrojada lejos de éstos, de pronto, sin previo aviso. Y después de estar preguntándome por qué y cómo, después de un tiempo estancada esperando que ocurriese algo, he decidido volver a esa magia con una actitud más activa, inventándola si hace falta, porque estoy decidida a vivir enamorada de la Vida (es que me encanta!! ). Creo que se trata de no caer en el engaño de la espera pasiva, sinó de no cesar en la acción (como el bambú va haciendo bajo el suelo, a pesar de que aparentemente no sucede nada). Y cuando no sabemos qué hacer con exactitud, simplemente realizar un acto, por minúsculo que sea, pero que genere el movimiento que anhelamos, que encienda el motor de nuevo… Una y otra vez, si hace falta, hasta que suceda.
    Ens veiem a Barcelona, una forta abraçada! Maktub ;)
    Life bless us

  29. Mundo says:

    In the foothills of the French Pyrennes, near the town of Cabreret, not far from the city of Cahors, a dark, eerie cavern called Pech Merle extends deep into the bowels of the earth. The sound of dripping water echoes through its inky darkness. Amid its stalagmites and stalactites, simple red and black paintings of strange-looking beasts dance in the shadows—the memories of ancient humans and long-vanished animals, both of whom roamed this land through ice and snow many millennia ago. In the largest cavern there is a strange sight—the single root of an oak tree suddenly appears from the roof of the cave and extends 15 meters down, disappearing into the muddy floor below. It is the tap root of oak tree on the surface hundreds of feet above. The oak started as a little acorn and now has roots penetrating, like the mighty Yggradasil, far into the bowels of the earth to the murky depths of humanity’s past where the three spinners of fate reside. Locals say that the tree who grew this is many generations old, older than most can remember. Still living, it survived frequent droughts that killed its neighbors due to its deep tap root that extends through the ancient cave to the life-giving waters far below.
    Reflecting on this cave I saw many moons ago, I now stare at the beautiful polished arc of wood in my hands as I stand beneath the midnight sun in a wide Alaskan sky. Made of laminated bamboo and cherry wood, the longbow’s curved length has been tenderly formed and lovingly polished. My thoughts turn from oak to bamboo as I knock an arrow on the flaxen string between the bamboo limbs.
    Tales are told of Chinese bamboo and how it grows, but I know, like all great stories, much of the story, perhaps the most important parts, are left untold, waiting like hidden gems for us to discover. Why is the bamboo there? What is it good for? And why did it take so long to grow?
    Perhaps there is no reason. Perhaps the only reason the bamboo is there waving in the breeze 20 meters high is so we can enjoy and learn from its beauty. Maybe it is that simple. However, bamboo is also remarkably useful for making tools and has had a profound, yet untold effect on humanity. The bow in my hand is a tool made of bamboo, but it is so much more than that. Among many things, the bow represents a revolutionary step in humankind’s development—the ability to store and transfer energy. And like its cousin—the bow that draws the strings of the violin, which manifests its energy in music— and the bow of the bow-and-drill fire starting method, all three of which were developed at roughly the same time prehistorically, it represents a wondrous and magical means of unlocking the creative and life-giving potential of its user.
    Known as “Peking Man”, the primitive ancestors of humanity appeared in Asia more than a million years ago, almost as soon as they left on their epic quest out of Africa. Some researchers claim that the success of our ancestors in Asia was due to the abundance of bamboo and its unparalleled advantages in making useful tools. Such a valuable material led to a multitude of technological innovations that helped early humans flourish and spread across the new land many eons ago. Unlike stone, however, the bamboo that formed these tools disintegrated into the dust, and none of these ancient bamboo tools remain today. But although the bamboo of these tools has anonymously faded into the hazy mists of the past, its legacy and impact lives on in the civilizations that have come and gone and still remain in the eastern lands.
    These thoughts race through my mind as I draw the arrow to my cheek. A deep deliberate breath and all thoughts and my concept of space and time disappear. The bamboo of my bow creaks and then is silent under the tension. Silence. A slow relaxed breath, and then the bamboo sings as I loose the string and the arrow speeds towards the target.
    I come from a dry, dusty desert land on the U.S.-Mexico border. Like all desert life, and like the bamboo of the story, my roots grew strong and wide, despite my slow, stunted progress as I struggled and fought to find my way in the world. The languages and lessons I learned in this arid land of my youth are paying untold dividends and are profoundly nourishing my growth over the past decade in my career as an archaeologist. I am not yet the metaphorical “20 meters high.” I have not even come close to beginning my “growth spurt.” The strength of my roots, however, is beginning to show as I travel the world searching for the footprints of the ancients and finding the threads of destiny the three spinners have woven for me.
    I laugh silently as I walk toward the target to retrieve the wooden arrow that is tipped with a stone point of my own making. What a delight it is to indulge in such ideas and look at life in this fanciful light. But, alas, we are humans, not bamboo…
    Or are we?
    Maybe, just maybe, it is possible to see heaven in a wild flower, or the bud of bamboo….

  30. M. K. says:

    Dear Mr. Coelho,
    my story differs from yours in Aleph, in some way it is perhaps the opposite of it, but nonetheless it relates to me. About seven years ago I started my spiritual quest. On the outside I had everything a person needs to be happy, at least according to our society. But still my heart grew restless, something was not right and I could not figure out what it was. So I slowly started to awaken spiritually. After two years I noticed some progress, I met a wonderful partner and started exploring professions that interested me. Five years later everything came crumbling down and at first I htought that it happened without a warning. It turned out that the man I planned to marry was living a double life and it really crushed me. I felt hurt, betrayed, disappointed and ashamed. It was as if my life became meaningless. As I overcame the first shock I started to contemplate how could this happened all of a sudden, why did I not notice that something was wrong. For a long time I could not figure it out. Five years ago I thought that I have reached my spiritual maximum, I found happiness and that no more hard work needed to be done. But that was not the case. I made some progress, but that was just the beginning of my spiritual journey, not the end. There is no end to spiritual growth, I know that now. Because I thought I do not need to do more, I slowly started to ignore the spiritual roots I grew, I did not nurture them and they almost completely disappeard. That is also whay my world collapsed when I found out that the relationship with my partner was not what I imagined it to be. And then I realized something amazing. After all this time I recognized that all the answers were in my heart, my heart was trying to talk to me to make me think and revaluate things, it was protecting me, but I deliberately chose to ignore it. Now that I look back at my life I do not remember another case where my heart wanted to speak to me like that. As you can see my story is in a way opposite of yours. I did not work on growing roots for the last five years, I neglected the few I had to the point of nearly loosing them. It is difficult to talk to my heart now. I talk and all I get in return is silence. I am aware that there is a long journey in front of me, and that it will take hard work to indentify the signs that will lead me back to myself. At the same time I know that the things I trully feel with and in my heart are real, even if I cannot see them now or if the world around me does not think that they exsist.
    Greetings from Ljubljana

  31. Maha Albalawi says:

    Dear Mr.Coelho,

    As many of your fans heard about this opportunity of meeting you in person its a dream come true, I’ve always imagined myself having dinner with my idols and you sir is one of them. I bought Aleph 3 months ago I was really excited but before I cracked the first page my friend (heard about me buying the book and it was not available at her area yet) was envious so I sent the book to her. Until you announced the competition, the book was still there so I hurried to the bookstore and they were out of copies. I had to ask my friend to send my book back, I know it all sound boring but the thing is, when I received my book back it sat on the table for days and the clock was ticking to 10th of February! Its classic me! Finally the day came I over cleaned my reading area making it an excuse for setting a good reading environment and I got the book in my hand in it was a smooth ride from there. Unfortunately I have a way of wasting precious opportunities by being a coward! Its true I had a real potential in my life but 7 years ago I got comfortable placing myself in the back seat and it was really hard watching everyone I know moving on, making achievements and I had no real accomplishments and its all because of me. Last year I got a modest job, I thought it might be a head start, I was really unhappy and I got fired at the end of the year which was really devastating.
    Now reading the Chinese Bamboo chapter could this be my 7 years of root establishment system? Is this my time of blooming upward? I believe it is.
    I know I stand no chance among thousands of people participating in this competition with real “Chinese Bamboo” success stories but I need this glimpse of hope to push me upward. I need to meet my mentor.

    Maha Albalawi
    Dhahran, Saudi Arabia

  32. SER BAMBÚ

    Querido Paulo:

    Yo era una niña muy lista. Siempre lo fui. Los demás esperaban de mí grandes cosas. Sería una alta ejecutiva, o una gran científica, alguien realmente importante. A los 16 años entré en una compañía de teatro. Para una niña que amaba los libros y las historias, era maravilloso darles vida. A los 19 tuve que elegir entre el escenario y mis estudios de ingeniería… Por supuesto, en mi balanza pesaba infinitamente más mi ingeniería, porque mi balanza estaba sustentada por lo que se esperaba de mí. A los 27 había logrado muy buenos trabajos y no había sido feliz en ninguno. Gracias al apoyo y el empuje de mi chico decidí empezar de nuevo mi carrera profesional. Muerta de miedo, me volví a matricular en la Universidad para estudiar Comunicación Audiovisual -algo más acorde con lo que de creativo sentía en mí- y empecé a derivar mi labor profesional hacia ese ámbito. Durante estos estudios aprendí mucho, lo pasé muy bien. Pero también en esos años viví una crisis personal muy grande porque se juntaron varios problemas y un día –sencillamente- la tristeza me había dejado sin fuerzas para levantarme de la cama. Mi chico me cogió en brazos, me metió en la ducha y me hizo salir a la calle. Empecé a tomar pastillas para poder seguir adelante, pero me prometí a mí misma buscar algo que me permitiese vivir sin pastillas. No tenía sentido, la vida tenía que esconder algo más, algo que yo necesitaba comprender. Entonces, apareció el yoga, la meditación, los libros, los maestros, las contradicciones y la paz. Me había convertido en una buscadora espiritual.

    Al principio me conformaba simplemente con seguir en pie cada día. Poco a poco la fascinación por el misterio, y mi paulatina comprensión de mí misma, me fueron dando la fuerza necesaria para dejar los antidepresivos… y vivir. Unos pocos años después me otorgaron el premio extraordinario de licenciatura de la universidad, y tenía en la mano un contrato excepcional, el mejor que yo podía imaginar, después de haber trabajado duro y haber demostrado mi valía –después de todo, siempre fui una niña lista- . Por fin… por fin estaba en mi camino y tenía la sensación de haber llegado a algún sitio confortable en mi búsqueda espiritual

    Entonces empezó la crisis económica. Mi contrato se fue retrasando, acepté trabajos similares, pero en muchas peores condiciones, que me dejaban exhausta, que tampoco me llenaban. Los meses fueron pasando y un día me di cuenta de la verdad: mi contrato extraordinario nunca iba a llegar, estaban despidiendo a gente, no iban a contratar a gente nueva. Por más lista que yo fuera, por más que ése fuera mi camino… el mundo había cambiado justo cuando yo estaba a punto de llegar.

    Cuando me quise dar cuenta, caminaba por un desierto interior. Tenía sed, y ya no sabía hacia dónde dirigirme; no había nada. Y fue como si todo volviese a empezar. A veces me desesperaba y tenía la sensación de que todos esos años de búsqueda no habían dado fruto alguno, pero una tenue voz dentro de mí me decía que tenía que ser así, que era necesario esperar. Si hubiera leído la historia del bambú chino, habría podido expresar con esa historia mi intuitiva comprensión, y habría podido expresar mi necesidad de dejar de ser raíces y crecer. No podía más, necesitaba la luz. La luz… sólo un poco, un indicio, una esperanza… porque a ratos sentía que me asfixiaba y ya no había más lugar donde buscar. Sin embargo, tantos años de yoga –del que ya podía ejercer como profesora-, tantos años de meditación, de investigar, de bailar con el misterio… me daban el oxígeno que necesitaba, la paciencia, la confianza, las ganas. Y en algún momento, confiada en lo invisible, sencillamente, me rendí a la Vida. Y conmigo se rindieron las expectativas de un frágil ego que siempre había necesitado demostrar su inteligencia. Y fue en ese momento cuando la tierra se abrió de golpe, y comencé a notar el sol acariciando mi alma. Fue dulce, infinitamente dulce. Y comprendí… había necesitado esos “cinco años” de oscuridad para rendirme, para echar raíces en la comprensión, para renunciar al qué dirán… y comenzar a Vivir, con mi alma por delante.

    Desde entonces, es cierto, todo va muy rápido. No sé si creceré tanto como el bambú, pero siento que danzo con la Vida; mis pasos son más ligeros, a veces sigo tropezando, pero la música no deja de sonar. Ya soy bambú fuera de la tierra, y no hay marcha atrás. He renunciado a la importancia, a ser una alta ejecutiva de nada. Soy profesora de yoga, de voz, y he conseguido unirlo con la Comunicación. Y mientras sigo aprendiendo, trato de compartir mis pasos de baile, por si alguien quiere bailar conmigo, por si a alguien le sirven, y parece que el universo conspira para que lo haga… Maktub. Al fin y al cabo el mundo respira y baila como Uno. Sólo puedes intentar coger el ritmo.

    Mis más sinceras gracias, Paulo, por compartir tu sueño y tu camino. Alimentas mi corazón con la belleza de tus palabras y mi mente con tu experiencia. Y algo mucho más profundo al leerte me lleva a la Comprensión más allá de ellas.
    Enhorabuena por esos 3 millones de seguidores en twitter. Serán muchos más. Un abrazo,

    Almu

  33. Sebastian says:

    Can a Chinese Bamboo relate to our soon-to-be-born, first child?

    I think it can!

    There are many ways I related the different stories from Alef to my personal life, to my own journey… Nevertheless, inspired by the dinner invitation sent by Paolo, I took some time to figure out which is “the story” that relates best to the Chinese bamboo…. and I think I have found it!

    The last 5 years, or even more so the last 3 years, and even more so the last year, or maybe even more so this year, that just started, is (have been) an ever changing moment, day-by-day and it all culminates with the expectation of a “new team member” in my closest, dearest, best team, my family! 3 years we have tried, 2 years before that we started to talk about it and now, 5 years later, it seems that the initial “seed” (which was just a thought at that time) has grown such a solid network of roots, that it is ready to “pop out” and grow like a bamboo tree…

    I hope our Bamboo tree will inherit some of the ancient wisdom & attract a wise, healthy, pure soul to teach us all the great things that it has come to teach us, in a, could I say, “gentle & subtile” manner, with a win-for-all attitude and with a smile that will lighten up even the darkest, coldest night(s)…

    I would be honored to toast a glass of Sangria with Paulo to bless this particular “bamboo tree” and wish him a great journey ahead!

    With love, joy & consciousness,
    Sebastian

  34. Leah says:

    “Come on, let’s go. Let’s go! It’s getting late. Andalé, vamonos,” she called out to my grandfather.

    My grandmother’s fearlessness had grown tenfold since her days of submission, when her purpose was calculated by what was served for dinner. She could now be as sharp-tongued as she was kind, and she was sometimes making up for lost time with her husband of 65 years. We would be on our way toward the desert mountain, where my aunt had a home in its foothills. My grandparents were both rounding out 90 years of age within a decade and that made me the driver. I am a terrible driver, but I had three of four living generations in my car, so I said a short prayer to let the sudden nervousness wash away. I set the radio to a Spanish folk station, and drove slower than usual down the long stretch of highway that bordered the Rio Grande river.

    Fifteen minutes into our drive, a familiar Mexican folk ballad played from the radio and my grandmother started singing. She sang every word as though she had once been the subject of the singer’s passionate love affair. I had to strain to translate the words and memorize the soft nuances of her voice. Everything had brought me to this moment, a meticulous web of mistakes and hard-fought battles, doubts and desires. This moment. Trade nothing. This moment.

    He was in Italy, where we lost at love. And he had the woman he left us for, and their two children, with him. They must be happy, I had often thought. How nice it must be to travel the world and revel in the newness of foreign places and people. That could have been me. We were happy, too.

    The truth lies in the past, yet it lies to you in the present. I was not happy then. And for all the foreign places and people abroad, I had our daughter, who in his fatefulness had become a stranger to him. Finding yourself can be as simple as remembering where you put yourself. (God, let me remember where I am.)

    I would be taking my grandparents home later that night, then sleeping with my children in the same house for many nights to follow. If the bamboo takes five years to properly develop its roots, it needs another five to become strong enough for harvest. I had planted my feet where my roots would grow thick and mighty — and then stood firm in faithfulness and my belief of goodness. I had been rewarded with love and the mercy of God, to harvest me to His choosing. Please let me remember where I am.

  35. Ricardo says:

    Caro Paulo Coelho,
    Aceitei o seu desafio, reli o capitulo e propus-me a escrever a primeira coisa que me viesse à cabeça. O que surgiu foi o seguinte:
    Li aqui que a intenção era escrever um texto onde tinha de interpretar o que senti quando li o capítulo “O bambu-chinês” e como me relaciono com o que lá estava escrito. Bem, pensei imediatamente: “mas que capítulo é esse?”. Vou ser sincero, quando leio um livro, não o interpreto por cada mensagem sublimar mas pela mensagem que fica em mim depois da leitura do livro como um todo, e embora o Aleph me tenha influenciado positivamente, após alguns meses de leitura não tenho presente toda a sua história. Nada que uma rápida relida do capítulo em questão não resolvesse, pensei.
    Quando voltei a ler “O bambu-chinês”, a primeira coisa que descobri foi que não conhecia o livro tão bem como pensava e talvez esteja na hora de rele-lo. A versão portuguesa (Pergaminho) não tem índice e alguns capítulos não têm nome (quando começam com o Yao especialmente). Finalmente encontrado, algo chamou-me a atenção: a história inicial, do pedido de casamento com as rosas. Já a conhecia, já tinha ficado com essa impressão quando li o livro da primeira vez, e não era daqui. Uma rápida pesquisa pelo meu arquivo digital permitiu-me descobrir que você já havia publicado uma história similar, no Maktub II (disponível em seu site), mas com um avião e não com um comboio. Voltei a ler o capítulo, fechei o livro e pensei no que tinha lido. Foi fácil descobrir com o que me relacionava: a procura do significado da vida, a constante pergunta “estou seguindo o meu caminho?” ou “estou realizando os meus sonhos?”. Vou ser sincero, sou um optimista. Talvez porque adoro viver, adoro a minha vida. Respondo sempre sim a essas perguntas. Mas sempre que leio um dos seus livros, ponho sempre isso em questão, olho de fora para o meu mundo e vejo se realmente estou cumprindo com o que me propus fazer: ser feliz e fazer os outros felizes. E acabo sempre descobrindo que poderia fazer um pouco mais, ser um pouco melhor. Essa é a importância dos seus livros para mim, funcionam com uma pequena “auditoria” externa ao meu mundo. Vou dar um exemplo: ao ler esse capitulo hoje, em especial a parte onde fala dos “normais problemas que advém da relação com os outros”, senti a falta das discussões com meus amigos sobre tudo e algo mais (mas futebol prioritariamente), dos almoços de Domingo e a confusão com a família, e descobri que talvez esteja trabalhando demasiado tempo, e está na hora de mudar isso!
    Obrigado por mais uma “auditoria”, por esta e por todas as lições que aprendi graças aos seus livros.
    Vemo-nos em Barcelona
    Ricardo

  36. Julian Ocampo says:

    El capitulo del Bambú Chino sin lugar a dudas se relaciona en mi vida, el sembrar acciones malas o buenas que sean, traerán a la larga consecuencias mas adelante, lo mismo ocurre con el Bambú chino, si siembras de el y cuidas de la forma correcta, en el año en que este Bambú este completamente desarrollado tendrá buenas bases y cimientos, mientras si no se cuida de el de la forma adecuada, de nada servirá ese tiempo. Lo mismo sucede con cada personas, si creas buenos valores y realizas buenas acciones, mas adelante se le verán recompensados en su vida, lo contrario sucede si se realizan malas acciones, vendran consecuencias nada agradables en tu vida.
    Gracias por compartir tu sabiduría con nosotros y que el ser supremo te protega Paulo! Un abrazo desde Colombia.

  37. Robin says:

    I’ve spent my entire life without commitment. Surrounded by followers I grew up to become one. Like a dead fish I floated with the stream, never thinking, never choosing, always following the shadow of the person in front of me.

    On a lonely night four years ago all of that changed. Describing such moments of shift is not an easy task, and many have tried, but I guess one could compare it to the change of a season in nature. Much in the same way as the sun reveals the signs of spring the true nature of my life was brought forth. I realized then that I was none of the things I wanted out of this life, I wasn’t the friend I wanted to be, I wasn’t the son I knew I could be and I had ended up studying the antithesis of what I now suddenly realized I stood for. All the things which had seemed to be one way were suddenly transformed.

    That was the first night of the rest of my life, and it was a difficult one, as I must imagine the first night for a bamboo seed must be as well. One could say a seed was planted in my mind then, a seed more stubborn than my ignorance, a seed which despite the pain it caused promised great things in the future. Some things are like that, and when they’re allowed to grow change becomes inevitable.

    During these last four years I’ve done a lot of soul searching, I’ve travelled to many countries and even lived abroad for a while. I’ve made new friends and lost old ones, I’ve impacted the lives of others and they have impacted mine. I realize now that we affect everything we come in contact with, and that nothing is isolated. During this process everything has changed, now when I listen to music I can feel it, when I read books I enter another world and when I look at a spring flower I can relate to its struggle. Most importantly I’ve found the one thing I want to do in life, and the courage to pursue it.

    Yet despite all this change I’ve ended up back where it all started, in a place where everything seems to remind me of my old self. In a way it feels like the roots I’ve made are forcing me to continue growing. I no longer belong here, maybe I never did, and my essence is telling me there’s a journey I need to take. I can’t help but to wonder if maybe this feeling and whatever sends the Chinese bamboo into such rapid growth originate in the same place.

    We can grow as many roots as we like, but ultimately it’s what becomes of them that matters. If we never step out into the world it will all have been for nothing, together the bamboo make the forest that feeds the cycle of life.

  38. Jaymee Baby says:

    My Rendition Of The “CHINESE BAMBOO”

    Since I graduated from college, I’ve been in the pursuit of “happiness”. I seem to be endlessly running after it like a hungry horse desperate for food. The media proclaims that as a woman, happiness all is about beauty, fame, and money. Being young and naive, I believed. Hence, I actively pursued the world of entertainment in my country, the Philippines, hoping to experience bliss. It did give me pleasure, but only on a shallow level. My ego was bursting with joy, but my soul is tormented from all the superficiality. So I asked God, “I have beauty, fame, and money. But why am I not happy?”

    After endless soul searching through intense reflections, seeking spiritual advices and solitary confinement, I figured maybe the root of my unhappiness was because I was in the wrong career. So after years of being in the entertainment world, I stopped and tried exploring other interests that could spark my true “personal legend”. I kept switching from one venture to the next, yet nothing seems to give me fulfillment. I was still unhappy. Again, I asked God, “I’m doing my best to find my purpose in life, but why am I still not happy?”

    I kept on with my sabbatical journeys on different parts of the world so I could listen to God through my inner voice. I was still desperate to know where to find this “happiness”. In one of my travels, an idea occurred to me. “Maybe I’m living in the wrong country. Maybe I need to start all over and live a simple life again. And maybe I need to be with a man.”

    And before I realized, I did exactly that: packed my bags and left my country to live in another continent, Australia, hoping to start all over and fall in love with a stranger. I had an ordinary but completely interesting life in this new country, so different from the “glitz and glamour” world that I am accustomed to at home. And I did meet a boy. The whole experience was amazing and humbling and it taught me a lot about life and relationships. But it still felt like there was something missing. And I didn’t fall in love. So once more, I asked God, “I started a new, simple life in a foreign land and tried being with someone but why am I still not happy?”

    So I went back home feeling hopeless and disappointed. One desperate night, I wrote a journal to God telling Him how angry I was. I told him how unfair He was for making other people happy effortlessly while here I am struggling so hard to find my joy all these years. I’ve tried everything, gave my best, pursued with all my might and yet, I was still unhappy. “Why God, why?!” The question remained unanswered.

    It’s almost a year since I wrote that journal and as I am writing this entry today, I am currently residing in Spain working as an English as Foreign Language Teacher living a simple, happy, peaceful life. How did I get here? Same scenario as before: I kept my faith in God, listened to His signs, and continued with my quest. It may have taken me years of endless questioning and frustration but it got me to where I am suppose to be… THE STATE OF PURE BLISS AND CONTENTMENT.

    According to the book, “The Chinese bamboo spends 5 years as a little shoot, using that time to develop its root system. And then, from one moment to the next, it puts on a spurt and grows up to twenty-five meters high.”

    As I read this, I felt like I got struck by lightning. It was exactly the answer to the questions I’ve been asking God all this time. He made me go through those years of agonizing soul searching and endless experimentation not to torture me, but for me to grow independent, strong, humble, patient and wise.

    Just like the Chinese bamboo, I needed to experience those to develop the roots of my spiritual system so that when the right time comes for me spurt and grow up, I will soar high with joy.

    Have I finally found my bliss? Who knows? All I know is that I am in a very happy state. And continuously spurting and growing like the Chinese bamboo… even higher than twenty five meters! And ALAS! Finally. Everything made sense. :)

    P.S. You’ve always been a big influence in my life, Mr. Paulo Coelho! Thank you for being a blessing to many. And if you pick me as one of the guests for your dinner on April, you will make me the happiest woman in the planet as meeting you is a priority in my bucket list. I’m hoping you would grant me the honor and privilege. Muy Obrigada! :)

  39. Gonzalo says:

    Querido Paulo me has ayudado muchísimo y haciéndome reír como nunca, con esa forma tan dulce de bromear.
    Del Amor mas puro que pocos conocen, pase al peor sufrimiento de mi vida y con 43 años, acabo de tomar la decisión mas dura de mi vida, lo dejo TODO y me dedico a escribir.
    Espero pagar con lo que Dios me de, lo que me brinden mis padres, mientras escribo.
    Se que sufriré mucho, por el costo social que significa vivir con los padres y ser mantenidos por ellos a los 43 años, pero no puedo verlo de otra manera, me juego por mi sueño y por lo que quiero hacer el resto de mi vida.
    Espero que mi familia y Dios me acompañen.
    Muchas gracias por TODO lo que brindas, algún día nos veremos personalmente y tendré la oportunidad de devolverte al menos una parte de lo que me das, desde hace tiempo.
    Un fuerte abrazo.

    PD: ya se cumple el 22 de Marzo del 2012, 5 años de la caña de bambú y de mi mayor experiencia espiritual, ahora es tiempo de crecer.

  40. John Mateu says:

    Me sentí plenamente identificado con usted, Sr Coelho. Al leer ese capítulo yo estaba pasando por una etapa muy desespirtualizada de mi vida.
    El capítulo del bambú chino me abrió los ojos acerca de por qué ocurren esas cosas, de por qué en algunos momentos parece que no avanzamos en nuestra vida. Me dio a entender que a pesar de sufrir esos bloqueos es necesario saber leer más allá de lo que la vida nos dice, y encontrar la clave que nos permita seguir avanzando y encontrar nuestro camino.
    Igual que un bambú joven, a veces parece que no vamos a seguir creciendo, que nos hemos quedado como estamos. Pero eso nunca es así. Y muchas veces volvemos a ser un pequeño esqueje de bambú, una insignificante ramita en el suelo rodeado de sombras. De lo que no nos damos cuenta es que nuestras raices crecen muy por debajo de nosotros sin que las veamos.

  41. Andrea Paredes says:

    Señor Coelho,
    Al empezar a leer Aleph, como en el resto de sus libros, comense a comprender el por que de las preguntas que llenan mis pensamientos. Tengo 23 años y al igual que los personajes en cada uno de sus libros, me siento perdida y mas alla de eso tengo un fuerte miedo de hacer un compromiso con la vida. Estoy aterrorizada de tomar una decision incorrecta y esto me ha dejado parada. Siento que tengo opciones pero tengo miedo de tomar una y dejar las demas. En conclusion me vuelto covarde. El haber leido sus libros ha cambiado mi punto de vista y ha abierto mis horizontes, pero al mismo tiempo me ha maldecido. Pues al no usar el conocimiento adquirido me ha causado ansiedad y dolor, y por un tiempo decidi no leer mas sus libros. Por cosas del destino lei Aleph, que fue para mi como un dicionario a mi corazon. En el capitulo “Chinese Bamboo” comprendi que no hay solucion inmediata o gratificacion instantanea cuando se tratra de seguir un camino. Todo lo que he sembrado en mi alma me dara cosechas, pero tengo que ser paciente y hacer un compromiso con lo que mi corazon desee. Aunque esto signifique estar llena de ansiedad, tengo fe que dentro de mi estoy construyendo mis raices y que necesito tomar riesgos en mi vida porque lo que necesito saber lo se y lo que todavia no se lo aprendere. Necesito ser paciente, no tener miedo de cometer errores y vivir con un toque de locura.
    Voy a esperar mi quinto año, pero mientras llegue seguire regando mi alma.

    Habia una vez una muchacha…

    Andrea

  42. Chalo Leon says:

    Soy un hombre de 46 años, Mexicano. Hace 10 años decidí divorciarme,
    después de 19 años y con 2 hijos, un hombre y una mujer. sentí
    que mi vida había encontrado otro camino, algo así como un camino mas
    corto a la felicidad y abandoné hijos, esposa y aquella vida que me
    empezaba a parecer aburrida y rutinaria, mientras sin saberlo las
    raíces, como las del Bambú chino crecían y crecían debajo de mis pies.
    Después de esto comenzó a llegar la realidad; la mujer con la que
    había compartido la mitad de mi vida ahora sentía desprecio, rencor y
    hasta odio por mi, y la mujer en la que había visto ese camino mas
    corto a la felicidad ya no estaba tan segura de seguir conmigo, en
    consecuencia, la infelicidad, la tristeza y la depresión hacían presa
    de mi. Sin Yo saberlo, las raíces, como las del Bambú chino crecían y
    comenzaban a tocarme el Alma.
    Fueron años de depresión, ansiedad y soledad los q me acompañaron
    hasta la llegada de mi tercer hijo, producto de mucho amor, pero
    también de mi soledad y mi desesperación. Mi tercer hijo, fue la primera señal de que las raíces seguían creciendo.
    Como el nacimiento de nuestros hijos siempre nos llena de esperanza,
    este no fue la excepción. Mi tristeza y depresión no me abandonaban,
    aunque mi hijo me llenaba de fuerza. Las raíces seguían creciendo sin
    yo percibirlo.
    Fue entonces que le pedí a Dios y al Universo que me mandaran una
    señal si es que estaba en el camino correcto. La señal llegó en libros de Neal Donald Welch, Conversaciones con Dios, fue el primer
    gran paso; le siguió “El Secreto”, luego Deepak Chopra con
    Sincrodestino, Jorge Bucay con “El Camino de las Lágrimas”, “Los
    Cuatro Acuerdos” entre muchos mas, y las raíces crecían. En diciembre
    de 2010 con mucha inspiración llegada desde muy adentro de mi ser,
    amanezco el día 17 escribiendo el que será mi primer libro (porque
    aun sigo escribiéndolo).
    Una mañana, en la que escribía, através de FaceBook, una persona que
    fue muy importante en mi vida, y que hacia 22 años no sabia de ella
    hasta finales de octubre de ese mismo año, la había encontrado de
    nuevo por esa magia que tienen las redes sociales que se han
    convertido en excelentes instrumentos de Dios y el Universo, como se
    quiera ver, Fue quien me hablo por primera vez de la Leyenda Personal
    de la que vamos en pos todos los seres humanos, unos mas conscientes
    que otros. Así descubrí por primera vez la mano de Paulo en “El
    Alquimista”, le siguió “El Peregrino” y por fortuna “Aleph”, todo en
    menos de los primeros 6 meses de 2011. Supe que efectivamente mis
    raíces, como el Bambú chino, seguían creciendo.
    Como el Universo conspira a nuestro favor constantemente y nos trae
    gente nueva a nuestras vidas, con frecuencia por tiempos muy cortos
    para darnos grandes lecciones, el día 31 de enero, hace apenas cuatro
    días, se acerco a mi un hombre con su cara llena de profunda tristeza,
    temor, preocupación, mucho miedo quizás, y como nunca antes en los
    años que tenia de conocerlo, -pues el se dedicó siempre a lavar coches
    en el estacionamiento del edificio donde tenemos un negocio-, se
    dirigió a mi para contarme de su reciente operación de corazón en la
    que le habían puesto un marcapaso, me contó también de la perdida de
    un riñón hacia ya muchos años, pero su tristeza, miedo y mucha
    angustia reflejada en sus ojos era por su hijo, un joven que mañana 6
    de febrero cumplirá 18 y que tiene autismo, me cuenta. Mientras lo
    escuchaba y daba yo gracias a Dios por ponerlo frente a mi, me
    comprometí a ayudarlo y le dije que Dios nos daría las herramientas
    que nos permitirían a que todo estuviera bien en su casa, pues el, por
    su cirugía le quedaba prohibido realizar cualquier esfuerzo físico.
    Trate de ser quien le diera valor y sobre todo esperanza a su vida, lo
    apreté fuerte su mano y le di un abrazo queriendo sirviera de aliento
    en esos momentos difíciles. Se fue, el quizás con la misma angustia
    con la que llego a contarme toda su pena y yo me quede con la
    esperanza de que le hubiera servido mi abrazo y las bendiciones que le
    di. Hoy mientras escribo estas lineas a bordo de un autobús que me
    lleva al norte, a Él, Cesar, lo están sepultando en un panteón. Lloré
    su partida y le digo que Dios me ayudará a cuidar de su hijo que
    mañana 6 de febrero cumple 18 y buscaré apoyarlo en todo cuanto me sea
    posible, que descanse en paz porque si Dios nos puso frente a frente
    fue por algo. Porque si Dios me mando esto, seguramente es porque,
    como el Bambú, mis raíces ya están listas y empiezo a crecer porque ya
    llegaron a mi alma. Aunque me entristeció su partida, su legado fue
    mucho mayor y el ahora lo sabe, hoy lo vi por ultima vez descansando
    en su ataúd gris-tristeza y el supo que estuve ahí, ahora viajo porque
    mi hija también cumple años mañana coincidentemente y disfrutaré como
    nunca antes estar con ella y mi nieto festejando su día.
    Ahora Vuelve la inspiración a mi para continuar con mi libro
    inconcluso. Te bendigo Paulo, por ser mi inspiración y la de tantos
    seres en el mundo, Qué privilegio será que seas tu quién lea mi primer
    manuscrito.
    Gracias por no ser solo el ejemplo sino la inspiración de muchos
    Un fuerte abrazo y mi admiración.

    Por razones técnica en la red este texto lo envío hoy 7 de febrero de 2012, habiéndolo escrito el día 5 del mismo mes.

  43. Balogh Krisztina says:

    Je n’avais pas encore lu Aleph quand ma mère m’a parlé du chapitre du bambou chinois. Il est revenu dans mes pensées à la fin de l’année passée pour une cause très matérielle. Cinq ans plus tôt, en 2006 j’avais acheté dans ma ville, à Budapest un appartement de construction récente. Une occasion à ne pas manquer. Néanmoins je ne me sentais pas à l’aise avec l’aménagement de intérieur. Mieux dit: je m’y sentais très mal à l’aise. Dans mes deux demeures antérieures j’avais passé 18 ans sans modifier l’état acquis, car je les considérais temporaires. Cette fois je voulais quelque chose de définitif. En dépit de la logique de ne pas toucher à quelque chose de neuf, j’ai décidé de tout refaire. Seule et sans expérience dans le domaine, au départ je ne pouvais définir nettement ce que je souhaitais. Afin de donner une forme à ce que je sentais je consultais les professionnels, parcourais les magasins, feuilletais les magazines, vérifiais sur internet, sans épargner temps et souliers. J’ai fait enlever tous les revêtements jusqu’à la base, fait déplacer une partie des murs, réadapté à la nouvelle disposition le système d’électricité, d’eau, de chauffage … Il fallait une constante supervision personnelle sinon tout allait de travers, il arrivait d’avoir à refaire deux, si pas trois fois le même travail. Trois différents entrepreneurs et leurs respectifs ouvriers se sont succédés, les uns pacifiquement, d’autres en provoquant des querelles aboutissant au seuil du tribunal. Quelques’uns de mes futurs voisins m’harcelaient, me dénonçaient (n’obtenant aucun résultat), d’autres m’encourageaient. C’était parfois exaspérant, mais le seul chemin était de continuer, sans replier sur moi-même. Pendant deux ans, deux mois et 13 jours j’ai vécu chez ma mère − alors que mon séjour chez elle avait été prévu de six mois! Fréquenter mes amis était réduit au minimum, ma vie privée se passait autour des „travaux”. La réaction „Oh…mais ce n’est pas encore fini, mais dis-donc?!” était typée. Un animateur de radio de ma connaissance avait dit en air, que j’avais acheté un appartement rien que pour ne pas y habiter! Naturellement, mes possibilités financières étaient aussi parmi les modérateurs du rythme. Quand j’ai finalement déménagé le 14. septembre 2008, il n’y avait qu’un lit, le garde-robe, une table de bureau avec une chaise, une plaque pour chauffer les plats, deux chaises en plastique et deux petites chaises servant de table pour manger − sur 95m2. Je ne voulais mettre rien de transitoire, je préférais vivre le vide en aiguisant mes idées et mon désir du mobilier complet. Quatre mois plus tard sont arrivées les armoires de cuisine, après un an et demi la table de la salle à manger suivie par les chaises. Petit à petit, les objets trouvaient leur place. Le hasard était un grand complice, quand le moins j’y comptais, je trouvais des pièces qui comblaient mes idées, rencontrais des personnes très compétentes et disponibles, pour pas dire des artistes. Finalement, après cinq ans, j’ai fait la première décoration de Noel avec l’aide d’une fleuriste. Au réveil du lendemain j’avais du mal à croire que ce que je voyais était mon foyer. C’est lá que je me suis rendue compte d’être arrivée à une étape marquante. L’exile volontaire a touché à sa fin. Mes efforts, mes inquiétudes, mes déceptions, ma recherche permanente de porter mes idées à terre se sont accomplis en ce que je voyais autour de moi, à mes pieds. La porte de Sésame s’était ouverte.
    Dés lors j’invite mes amis, les uns après les autres pour voir la cause et le résultat de mon éloignement des derniers cinq ans. Je me baigne dans leurs regards admiratifs. J’ai créé une galérie photos sur un site, ainsi ceux qui sont loin peuvent également en profiter. Les voisins m’ont demandé pardon, aujourd’hui leurs fils sont parmi les grands admirateurs de la baie vitrée décorée.
    Ce n’est qu’un aspect de la vie. Mais elle me fait sentir comblée par cette sensation incomparable d’avoir achevé ce que je m’étais engagée à réaliser…mon bambou chinois.
    Le voici:
    https://picasaweb.google.com/118316423030697946838/MeuBambuChines?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOKv6iY0-rAywE#

  44. Simone Sonzogni says:

    Mr. Coelho queria agradecer pela oportunidade de jantar com um escritor assim importante no mundo e na minha vida!
    Sou um rapaz italiano de 32 anos (hommem é uma palavra muito grande) e acho de nao conhecer muito da vida e de mim (se nao com a musica, o cinema e os seus livros). Mas to certo que tive uma gestacao ainda mais grande do que o ‘bambù’ do seu livro que me deixou sò nos ultimos anos com um Amor impossivel pra uma mulher brasileira (o Primeiro), a descoberta do Brasil, de Natal, do Rio de Janeiro sò pra uma semana (o meu segundo amor !), a linguagem Brasileira, da lembranca da gente, dos cheiros, da vidalidade mas sobretodo uma sensacao de ser em busca de uma maturacao material e espiritual acreditando nos sonhos e nas possibilidades que a vida oferece mas que muitas vezes tenho medo de enfrentar. (Gosto sempre de pensar num plano bem definido mas do que nao conheco nada… serà por isso que algumas vezes gosto de sonhar!)
    (Desculpe pelo meu Portuguese-Brasileiro estou aprendendo ainda)

    Parabens pelo seu novo ‘Livro de Vida’

    Obrigado

    Simone

  45. Inas says:

    Dear Paulo,
    How the Chinese Bamboo relates to my life is in 2004 I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I remember the fear, anxiety and the feeling of despair that came over me. At that time I was 45 years old, I felt so alone, here I am having to deal with a life and death situation and not knowing what to do. Luckily there was the voice inside of me guiding me. After surgery I decided to take the matter in my own hands and not follow the traditional medical treatment but a natural holistic way to restore health to my body. I followed an American naturopathic doctor, studied with him and for the next 5 years I was doing live presentations to cancer patients about how they can reverse their condition simply by changing their lifestyle. It was also after 5 years of my cancer diagnosis that I started working with my holistic doctor and teacher and became his assistant. This experience changed my life, I found my life’s calling through what seemed at the time a horrific situation has become my greatest source of inspiration, growth and becoming fully alive working at making a difference in other people’s lives. I now live between the U.S. and Egypt. I work with people with cancer in both countries teaching them the simple natural way to live a happy and healthy lifestyle.
    So this is how the Chinese Bamboo fits in my life. It took 5 years of learning, studying, experimenting, teaching and living a new lifestyle and then it seems I exploded with my life’s purpose and direction.

    1. Montse says:

      Hi, Inas!
      as you, cancer changed my life, but in my case it happened to my mother. It was a several blow, wich led me to investigate about it and study natural medicine, homeopathy and EFT. I could not let things were only in the hands of other people. Nine years later, my mother has very good health, and I work as a therapist and I help people with cancer. So in the end, what looked like a dirty trick, became a new way of living. And now I thank Life or God for giving me more light.
      Blessings

  46. Andrés says:

    El bambu chino trabaja sus raíces durante cinco años, mientras sólo un pequeño brote sale a la superficie. Al final del quinto año, de repente, crece hasta una altura aprox. de 25 metros.
    Llevas años trabajando tus raíces (tu personalidad, fe y valores, habilidades, intereses, deseos, etc) pero te sigue faltando algo para hacerte crecer hasta donde tu aspiras y que le de más sentido a tu vida. De repente comprendes cual es el siguiente paso que tienes que dar: viajar y conocer gente nueva con las que compartir experiencias vitales.
    Cada uno de nosotros hemos de seguir trabajando nuestras raíces para, cuando llegue el momento oportuno, crecer hasta donde podamos.
    Muchas gracias por todo y espero conocerte en mi querida Barcelona.

  47. Francisco Raziel Rodríguez López says:

    El capitulo del “Bambú Chino” es una exelente analogía de lo que representa el desarrollo del ser humano; cuando uno se decide a tomar decisiones y acciones, por un ideal y convencidos de que éste se va a lograr, lleva un sin fin de preparación, dedicación, voluntad, perceberancia para sentar las bases que nos llevarán a alcanzar nuestra meta. En todas las áreas pasa así; si es laboral, se prepara uno por mucho tiempo sin dar muchas señales de estar presente o destacar hasta que en un momento preciso, las cosas se dan y se logra un crecimiento exponencial, tal como lo cita en el libro donde su agente lucha a diario por darle una difusión; en el ambito sentimental, el conquistar a una pareja, lleva mucha ilusión y mucho valor; todo ese cortejo que es maravilloso, es una de las etapas que mas se disfrutan, lleva una gran base de gestar confianza, humildad, devoción, compromiso y lealtad, y una vez que se logra, el amor crece y fluye…. y en el ámbito espiritual, hay momentos en la vida donde uno pierde su camino, y hay un vacío existencial que no encontramos como llenarlo; es cuando de momento llega alguna situación que nos dá una señal o nos hace ver la vida desde un punto diferente y empieza uno de los retos y compromisos más importantes y difíciles de cumplir que es el que hace uno consigo mismo. Donde uno es juez y parte y se inicia esa busqueda interna de paz y estabilidad; Donde los errores del pasado y las dudas del futuro te hacen claudicar y querer salirte por opciones vacías que te alegran sólo un momento pero al final del día vuelves a ese estado de infelicidad. Cuando se toma realmente el camino a esa felicidad interior, espiritual, todo ese trabajo que no se vé, sale al exterior y le demuestra a todos que para que haya esa alegría y esa energía que emana de tí, no puede haber sido una gestación corta, sino una gestación de mucho tiempo, desarrollando raíces fuertes y maduras que van a sostener esa gran persona que eres tú. Citando lo anterior, en cada una de esas etapas las he vivido y enfrentando retos económicos, sentimentales y espírituales, al día de hoy, vivo disfrutando cada momento de mi vida, todas esas experiencias han sido de gran aprendizaje para hacer mejor las cosas y que las experiencias no favorables han sido un momento de reflexión para entender la condición humana y crecer como persona; vivo intensamente cada día, el “hubiera” no existe y que no hay nada pero que vivir en la incertudumbre; aunque es difícil hablar con la verdad y honestidad, no todos tienen el valor de asumir las consecuencias de la misma, siempre es mejor hacerlo y no quedarse con nada guardado. Que cometemos errores y lastimamos a la gente que realmente nos importa, pero a veces pasa y hay que tener la humildad de reconocerlo y poner todo el empeño para corregirlo y volver a ganar su confianza; siempre va a haber un reto más grande que el anterior, que no pensaba que tuviera “raíces” tan fuertes para reponerme una y otra vez de situaciones adversas y que siempre tienes la oportunidad de sorprenderte y concocer a personas que realmente te impactan; que de todos los errores que cometí, tengo siempre un “hoy” para corregirlos, y en lo que hay que comprometerse es en hacer mejor las cosas y equivocarse menos. Reir, diveretirse, madurar y crecer para volver a ser niños.

  48. Maja Grubic says:

    Dear Mr. Coelho,

    in Chinese Bamboo I truly admire you because of your strength to recognize the fact that your personal growth is not going the way it is supposed to. Not only did you recognize the fact that it was not satisfying to you, but you had the courage to change it, which is not something easily found.

    Here is the short story of how I have dealth with my personal growth:
    I was a bright kid. Top student, always receiving praises for my work. I had enrolled in a prestige university in my country to study computer science. I’ve graduated with a Master’s degree, being one of the best students of my generation. I was offered a Ph.D. on a university in Canada, but I turned it down, because I didn’t really feel like going overseas at the time. I found a job at a small company as a software developer.
    Everything was great, I had a pretty interesting job, nice salary, colleagues that where fun to work with. Eager as I was, I was working 12 or more hours a day, believing in “our company”, believing it would pay off. My purpose in life was my work. I was once again receiving praises for my work, with a decent increases in my salary.
    Then I fell in love. To cut the long story short, I got heartbroken as never before. I was betrayed, ashamed and left alone. I got depressed, my concentration dropped, I just didn’t care for things. I became sloppy and not motivated for work. A month later, without previous warning, I got fired. I am not good enough, they said.
    I was shocked. My whole world collapse. I felt betrayed. I quickly realized I wasn’t working for “our company”, I was working for “their company”. I perceived this as a huge failure, and I was never quite good at dealing with failures (am I not sure I ever even had to).
    I quickly found another job, but that did not solve the problem for me. The job was not as nearly motiving as the first one nor as well paid, but I didn’t care. I thought as I failed previously, this one would be good enough for me. I was still depressed, depriving myself of my hobbies, of the things I love to do, completely disregarding my personal growth. I have seen my university peers getting good jobs, pointing their careers towards some meaningful point, even getting married and having children. In the meanwhile I was wandering around crying, not having enough courage to do anything with my life. I was feeling like a bystander watching my life passing by, and that is Mr. Coelho, the worst feeling imaginable. I had no sense of purpose, no goal in life.
    As life was passing me by, I suffered a bad knee injury. I needed a surgery, and I was afraid I would never walk again. Everything became irrelevant; I just wanted to walk again. It struck me: all this time I had the ability to do things, but I didn’t. And it struck me: as you said in Aleph – I didn’t want to wait for my dying moment to realize my life had been wasted.
    I recovered completely six months after surgery. I am able to walk, run and even ski now. As soon as I recovered, I quit my job. I spent time getting to know people. I read all the books I’ve always wanted to, but never had the time to. I’ve decided I wanted to become a writer. I have been writing short stories since I can remember and I always was really passionate about writing. I enrolled in a writing course and with a help of one of our novelists, who was guiding me, started writing my first novel. It might not ever get published, it might get published but received poorly, but I don’t care anymore. I am not afraid of the failure anymore. I’ve decided to follow my Personal Legend, no matter where it takes me. I’ve had enough of spending time underground, it’s time to come out now.
    Meeting you, one of my all time favorite authors would be a sign that I am going in the right direction. And would also make me very happy, of course :)

    Greetings from Croatia and all the best.

  49. Clara says:

    Dear Mr. Coelho,
    the sequence of inevitably losing and finding myself again in time, with all the sweet and bitter moments in between have always been shaping my life. Sometimes I have felt that there is a seed being implanted and embalmed in our heart by an experience, by an encounter and sometimes through the magic of words in a book opening us up to the world, the love and to tap the full potential in us at the exact right time.
    I have lived moments where I just wanted to hold, make the world stop turning, however conscious that this would be against life, against love. In some moments it seems to happen anyway, independently of whether we wanted or wished for it to happen – then marking maybe the best and the worst moments in life – and then, when the world starts turning again, nothing anymore is like it has been before… I have always felt that it is in these most blissful and sometimes most painful moments when personal, emotional and also spiritual growth is being induced.
    It is like as if there is a versatile tide of all we are – our volatile essence, our dreams, believes and inherent contradictions – flowing in us. We can feel these intangible waves rhythmically flooding our hearts and souls. We wish for these waves to transcend, to flow out of us, inspirit our everyday activity and to give it our unique spice and light. Sometimes it only echoes, like it were the distant beating of the surf… And when the time is right, we find the power in us to ride on this wave like on a tiger, not to tame nature, but to use its power to again use our potential. If it means only to look into my brothers eyes, who is trapped in his broken body and see the beauty of his soul and life and finding the strength not to pity either him nor myself.

    I would love to dine with you and hope you feel this wish not as burden or intrusion into your private space. It is easy for me – for all of us – to pose such a wish and how difficult it must be for you to carry out the selection. My heart sends you the message to rest calm, you will always take the decisions that are just right for you and this is what this all is about in my view at this point.

    Yours faithfully with great respect and veneration,

    Clara

  50. Viola Onisro says:

    Lieber Paulo,

    die Geschichte mit dem Chinesischen Bamus war mir nicht unbekannt.
    Ich war sehr verwirrt diese Geschichte die ich diesem Youtube-Video gesehen hatte auch in Deinem Buch wieder zu finden:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ud4yBDxp3KE

    Nun, das besondere für mich dabei war die Zeitschrift in der Hotelhalle.
    Ich hatte vor fünf Jahren ein fast gleiches Erlebnis.
    Seitdem ist in meinem Leben nichts mehr wie es vorher war.

    Wenn wir uns in Barcelona treffen bringe ich Dir meine Zeitschrift
    (die in einem Fitness-Studio auslag) gerne mit.

    Chinesischer Bambus als ein Synonym für Liebe – Glaube – Hoffnung!
    Und niemals aufzugeben.

    Verbundene Grüße aus Deutschland
    Viola