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.
— the lake, The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
I was never into fiction. I had an attention span approximated by the memory of a goldfish so I preferred non-fiction books which are easier to put down anytime, without having to worry about forgetting what had happened in the author’s narration. But if there was a fiction book that I really contemplated on, it would be Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist.
Anyway, it may be considered overrated or mainstream (and now, outdated) to others but truth be told, I actually like the message behind the prologue more than the story itself.
It speaks of how people take others for granted, of how people could look at other people and only see themselves in the process. People appreciate others because of the admiration they would have to offer. But they stop there. They don’t try to see others for what they’re really worth. Little do they know that those ‘others’ contribute to their holistic development.
But people are too egotistic to see that.