Alchemist is one of my all time favorite books. I love the way it advocates following your heart. And that I have done all my life – followed my path.
However, I can never understand why protagonist Santiago returns to his original place after all his struggles and sufferings. Wouldn’t it have been amazing if he had known what he has been searching for lies at the very place he lives? Don’t we have to scratch, fight, love, laugh, cry to find the very thing we already possess- our own selves. There are sleepless nights, stress, anxiety, uncertainty involved in reaching even the foretold things. What makes the journey so necessary?