It has been a busy period for me. Maintaing my current job in IT along with working on the opening of Licky Licious and the ideation workshop at the RFC and script wiritng. Running through all of this kept no room for the peaceful state of mind and moments of silence that I used to cherish which helps me contemplating life and think about it.

At times like this, Paulo Coelho has always managed to break up my auto-pilot run and wake up my soul. It has been few months since I finished the Witch of Portobello, and since then, his hands slightly lost its grip of my soul, leaving it drawining in the daily task of life. But then, and out of no where he did it again.

Yesterday, the RFC did their selection of the scripts they are going to produce in a seperate workshop this summer for director. Unfortunatly, my script wasn’t about those selected. Maybe I was slightly disappointed but haven’t felt bad at all, in the contrary and after the initial email containing the news my mood changed as Mais Darwaseh – who has been a TA at the workshop – (A very sweet person and a brilliant Jordanian director) sent us a comforting email encourage those whose scripts didn’t get picked to keep on writing and writing. She forwarded one of Paulo Coelho’s stories knowing that he is the best person to raise morals:

One day a man was trying to get into his house and the key would not open his door, after many failed trials, another man passes by and the man that wastrying to open the door asks him if he can help him.So the other man, puts the key in and click click opens the door in seconds. The helpless man was amazed and told him Wow! can u teach me how u did that. So the other man said: I m sorry i cant, because can a man teach another his craft? So the helpless man asked: Why? What is ur craft? The other man responded: I am a burglar – I steel houses for a living. So the man said: What do u do with ur life, are u living in this building? The other man responded: No, I really have no were to sleep, every night is different.

So to thank him, the man invited him to stay with him in his house. He stayed for a month, and every night the burglar would get dressed and go out to rob something.When he came back, the man would ask him: Were usuccessful tonight? And the burglar would say: No, icould not manage to rob anything, but i hope tomorrow would be a better day. And for a month the burglar would do the same process day in and day out yet still come back empty handed.

Have you read the Alchemist? It has the same concept here. What really matters is not the target of our quest, it is the journey of it. Because if you want something really bad, the world would help you achieving it. You just ought to open your eyes in your journey because the target in your head is just a tool to help you grow through this journey you decide to take.

I honestly really enjoyed the training session at the RFC. I do enjoy the writing itself and the opportunities it is opening for me. I do enjoy the way writing connect me with people and the way it is opening up my world.

And it is not just a moral raising talk about the importance of the journey, because at the end of the day we all know that someday life is going to reach its ends, and if there is one thing I want to take with it, it would be my MEMORY, and those little enjoyable moments of life. If it turns out that I can’t take even memory with me, then I would be contempt of every written step of my journey that makes up the chapter of my existing on this earth.

Life’s journey is beautiful, isn’t it?