This is a fable about a shepherd boy named Santiago who goes on a journey to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. He meets the King who guides him along the way. He returns empty-handed only to find the treasure close to home.
This is an allegory about people who have dreams and the fact that the real treasure within was there all along. As an example Paulo Coelho’s dream was to be a writer and his treasure was his ability to write.
It’s bringing up quite a lot for me. Likewise my dream is to become a writer. This isn’t the dream(s) I started with (computing and physics). That all changed when I became ill with mental health issues. This does, I believe, give me a unique insight into the workings of the human mind.
I am mindful of the fact that I can’t just write about the past and expect it to work. I need to do better than that. I need to arrive in the present.