Taken from ‘The Alchemist’ by Paulo Coelho

The Alchemist (Plus)

A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.

Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man’s attention.

The wise man listened attentively to the boy’s explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn’t have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy looked around the palace and return in two hours.

“Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something,” said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. “As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill.”

The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping the eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was.

“Well,” asked the wise man, “did you see the Persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?”

The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.

“Then go back and observe the marvels of my world,” said the wise man. “You cannot trust a man if you didn’t know his house.”

“Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen.

“But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?” asked the wise man.

Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.

“Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give to you” said the wisest of wise men. “The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.”


4 comments:

Vicki said...

nice story, dra. pero wa gyd ko kasabot....i mean, what do He means this or meaning of this:

"Never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon......

kana, wa gyd ko kasabot unsa meaning ani.....

thanks for sharing the nice story....nindot bitaw ni siya nga author...nindot apply sa daily life happens kada segundo....

YUSEF is: said...

the drops of oil could be a metaphor for the important people in our lives. it could be a mother, father, sister, brother, grandparents, or all of them! oil is something we often take forgranted. but it's an important necessity in our daily lives. it can be used to light a lamp, or for cooking our food, it can even be used to massage our aching bodies. but we often take it forgranted. so, the secret to happiness is to see (and enjoy) the marvels of the world, including the material things that we gain through hard work, but never forgetting the drops of oil. the important people in our life. the silent companions. we can see and enjoy the marvels of the world, but it would never give us as much happiness and joy if we do not share the 'view' with the ones we love...

happiness is what drives us. it's our life's pursuit. but we tend to lose our way by thinking that we can achieve it by gaining wealth and materials things. and so we forget what's really important...the oil on the spoon.

Anonymous said...

I think the oil is the life you leave behind when you travel. The story is saying to savour every moment your travels but do not forget or neglect tomorrow.

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