05/07/2026
Twenty years ago, this book found me at the beginning of one chapter.
Back then, The Alchemist inspired me to dream bigger, chase possibility, and believe that life had more in store than what I could see.
Today, I picked it up again.
Not because I remember every page, but because I’m curious what a different season of life might hear.
The sunlight caught the pages just as I opened it, and for a moment it felt like life was quietly saying, welcome back.
I don’t expect to read the same book. I hope to meet it differently.
