The Zahir

Aug 02, 2010 17:50

Freedom continues to be the thing I prize most in the world. Of course, this has led me to drink wines I did not like, to do things I should not have done and which I will not do again; it has left scars on my body and on my soul, it has meant hurting certain people, although I have since asked their forgiveness, when I realized that I could do absolutely anything except force another person to follow me in my madness, in my lust for life. I don't regret the painful times; I bear my scars as if they were medals. I know that freedom has a high price, as high as that of slavery; the only difference is that you pay with pleasure and a smile, even when that smile is dimmed by tears.

Freedom is not the absence of commitments, but the ability to choose--and commit myself to--what is best for me.

Zahir. (Arabic) Visible, present, incapable of going unnoticed. It is someone of something which, once we have come into contact with them or it, gradually occupies our every though, until we can think of nothing else. This can be considered either a state of holiness or of madness.

Paulo Coelho

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