Based on my friend Amanda’s recommendations, I read Coelho’s The Alchemist tonight. It was a simple book—a fable, if you will. And a very good one, at that.
With all the recent (and difficult) changes going on in my life (work, relationships, spirituality, or lack there of all the preceding), it makes me wonder if I’m not already trying to find my own Personal Legend.
I know, at the very least, many of my recent decisions have been based on the hopes of trying to become a better person, and from that finding happiness.
It seems like it’s been so long since I’ve trusted, or even acknowledged my heart. I’ve been so caught up in the materialism of life, wanting “things” and “stuff”, and trying to measure my happiness with money. All of it making me a real asshole, and terribly unhappy.
When visiting with Amanda today, she was querying me if I was still “drawing”. My answer, which shocked the hell out of me when I said it (I wonder if you caught this), was “No, I haven’t really been inspired…”.
I need to get out of this rut. I need to reacquaint myself with inspiration…
I think I need to find my soul, again.