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Contents
INTRODUCTION
I remember receiving a letter from the
American publisher Harper Collins…
PROLOGUE
The alchemist picked up a book that someone
in the…
ONE
The boy’s name was Santiago. Dusk was
falling as the…
TWO
The boy had been working for the crystal
merchant for…
EPILOGUE
The boy reached the small, abandoned
church just as night…
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
INTERNATIONAL ACCLAIM
BOOKS BY PAULO COELHO
CREDITS
COVER
COPYRIGHT
ABOUT THE PUBLISHER
TEN YEARS ON
I REMEMBER RECEIVING A LETTER FROM THE AMERICAN publisher Harper
Collins that said that: “reading The Alchemist was like getting up at
dawn and seeing the sun rise while the rest of the world still slept.” I
went outside, looked up at the sky, and thought to myself: “So, the
book is going to be published in English!” At the time, I was
struggling to establish myself as a writer and to follow my path
despite all the voices telling me it was impossible.
And little by little, my dream was becoming reality. Ten, a
hundred, a thousand, a million copies sold in America. One day, a
Brazilian journalist phoned to say that President Clinton had been
photographed reading the book. Some time later, when I was in
Turkey, I opened the magazine Vanity Fair and there was Julia
Roberts declaring that she adored the book. Walking alone down a
street in Miami, I heard a girl telling her mother: “You must read
The Alchemist!”
The book has been translated into fifty-six languages, has sold
more than twenty million copies, and people are beginning to ask:
What’s the secret behind such a huge success?
The only honest response is: I don’t know. All I know is that, like
Santiago the shepherd boy, we all need to be aware of our personal
calling. What is a personal calling? It is God’s blessing, it is the path
that God chose for you here on Earth. Whenever we do something
that fills us with enthusiasm, we are following our legend. However,
we don’t all have the courage to confront our own dream.
Why?
There are four obstacles. First: we are told from childhood
onward that everything we want to do is impossible. We grow up
with this idea, and as the years accumulate, so too do the layers of
prejudice, fear, and guilt. There comes a time when our personal
calling is so deeply buried in our soul as to be invisible. But it’s still
there.
If we have the courage to disinter dream, we are then faced by
the second obstacle: love. We know what we want to do, but are
afraid of hurting those around us by abandoning everything in
order to pursue our dream. We do not realize that love is just a
further impetus, not something that will prevent us going forward.
We do not realize that those who genuinely wish us well want us to
be happy and are prepared to accompany us on that journey.
Once we have accepted that love is a stimulus, we come up
against the third obstacle: fear of the defeats we will meet on the
path. We who fight for our dream, suffer far more when it doesn’t
work out, because we cannot fall back on the old excuse: “Oh, well, I
didn’t really want it anyway.” We do want it and know that we have
staked everything on it and that the path of the personal calling is
no easier than any other path, except that our whole heart is in this
journey. Then, we warriors of light must be prepared to have
patience in difficult times and to know that the Universe is
conspiring in our favor, even though we may not understand how.
I ask myself: are defeats necessary?
Well, necessary or not, they happen. When we first begin
fighting for our dream, we have no experience and make many
mistakes. The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get
up eight times.
So, why is it so important to live our personal calling if we are
only going to suffer more than other people?
Because, once we have overcome the defeats—and we always
do—we are filled by a greater sense of euphoria and confidence. In
the silence of our hearts, we know that we are proving ourselves
worthy of the miracle of life. Each day, each hour, is part of the good
fight. We start to live with enthusiasm and pleasure. Intense,
unexpected suffering passes more quickly than suffering that is
apparently bearable; the latter goes on for years and, without our
noticing, eats away at our soul, until, one day, we are no longer able
to free ourselves from the bitterness and it stays with us for the rest
of our lives.
Having disinterred our dream, having used the power of love to
nurture it and spent many years living with the scars, we suddenly
notice that what we always wanted is there, waiting for us, perhaps
the very next day. Then comes the fourth obstacle: the fear of
realizing the dream for which we fought all our lives.
Oscar Wilde said: “Each man kills the thing he loves.” And it’s
true. The mere possibility of getting what we want fills the soul of
the ordinary person with guilt. We look around at all those who
have failed to get what they want and feel that we do not deserve to
get what we want either. We forget about all the obstacles we
overcame, all the suffering we endured, all the things we had to give
up in order to get this far. I have known a lot of people who, when
their personal calling was within their grasp, went on to commit a
series of stupid mistakes and never reached their goal—when it was
only a step away.
This is the most dangerous of the obstacles because it has a kind
of saintly aura about it: renouncing joy and conquest. But if you
believe yourself worthy of the thing you fought so hard to get, then
you become an instrument of God, you help the Soul of the World,
and you understand why you are here.
Paulo Coelho
Rio de Janeiro
November 2002
Translated by Margaret Jull Costa
PROLOGUE
Translated by Clifford E. Landers
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 knelt
daily 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