wisdom words

    The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in
the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages,
he found a story about Narcissus.
The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth
who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty.
He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell
into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower
was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the
story.
    He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the
Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh
water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they
said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you
alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But..... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better than you to know that?" the Goddesses said
in wonder, "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each
day to contemplate himself!!"
The lake was silent for some time.
Finally it said:
"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus
was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my
banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty
reflected."
"What a lovely story," the alchemist thought.

The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho

« Écris : un guerrier de la lumière prête attention au regard d’un enfant, parce que
les enfants savent voir le monde sans amertume. Lorsqu’il désire savoir si une
personne est digne de confiance, il la regarde avec les yeux d’un enfant.
– Qu’est-ce qu’un guerrier de la lumière ?
– Tu le sais, répondit-elle en souriant. C’est celui qui est capable de comprendre le miracle de la vie, de lutter jusqu’au bout pour ce en quoi il croit, et – alors – d’entendre les cloches que la mer fait retentir dans ses profondeurs. »
Jamais il n’avait jugé qu’il était un guerrier de la lumière. La femme parut deviner ses pensées.
« Tout le monde en est capable. Et personne ne se juge un guerrier de la lumière, bien que tout le monde puisse l’être. »
Il regarda les pages du cahier. La femme sourit de nouveau.
« Écris », répéta-t-elle.

Le Guide du Guerier de la Lumière - Paulo Coelho