My Personal Legend
I feel like donning a backpack, putting on hiking boots, and staring out at the horizon to start my quest again to find my personal legend. That would’ve been possible, except that the backpack has to be LV or something stylishly leather-ish, the hiking boots should have at least 3-inch heels, and the horizon roughly covers the Makati skyline.
About a few weeks ago, in reference to Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist (don’t mistake me for a fan though), I feel like the shepherd boy (or girl) who’s relaxed in the fields, tending to my sheep and knowing that I could do this even if with eyes closed. It had been my comfort zone. Five years is a long time to stay put in one place.
Finally, the urge to get up and move the sheep to another grazing ground came again, after a year’s remission; this time the sheep are no longer permitted to come along. I’ve stayed in a crystal shop, and much to my surprise, I did not flourish there. I just felt I was destined for something else. Hence the LV backpack and the 3-inch heels.
But this quest may be anything but a walk in the park. I am soon beginning to realize that I am not free yet from proving my powers to make the wind do as I say. There will be many times that it may fail me, but that’s something God may deem it is in His discretion to let happen. For now, I will let the desert sun do its thing, the sand dunes shift however it likes, and the caravans to go wherever it pleases. Because pretty soon, they will find themselves obeying their new master — in leather boots and crisp jacket.
Tags: paolo coelho, personal legend
