Maktub" (it Is Written.)

Why Do We Have To Listen To Our Hearts?” The Boy Asked, When They Had Made Camp That Day. “because, Wherever Your Heart Is, That Is Where You’ll Find Your Treasure.” “but My Heart Is Agitated,” The Boy Said. “it Has Its Dreams, It Gets Emotional, And It’s Become Passionate Over A Woman Of The Dessert. It Asks Things Of Me, And It Keeps Me From Sleeping Many Nights When I’m Thinking About Her.” “well, That’s Good. Your Heart Is Alive. Keep Listening To What It Has To Say.

After Weeks On The Road, Listening To A Language You Don’t Understand, Using A Currency Whose Value You Don’t Comprehend, Walking Down Streets You’ve Never Walked Down Before, You Discover That Your Old “i,” Along With Everything You Ever Learned, Is Absolutely No Use At All In The Face Of Those New Challenges, And You Begin To Realize That Buried Deep In Your Unconscious Mind There Is Someone Much More Interesting And Adventurous And More Open To The World And To New Experiences.

When It Comes To Treachery, He Is Implacable.

Our Dreams Are Our Own, And Only We Can Know The Effort Required To Keep Them Alive.

Comparing Objects Like Cars, Houses, Clothes, And Defining Life According To Those Comparisons, Instead Of Trying To Discover The Real Reason For Being Alive.