By Paulo Coelho
Linda understands she's lucky.
Yet each morning while she opens her eyes to a so-called new day, she seems like final them again.
Her pals suggest medication.
But Linda desires to think extra, now not less.
And so she embarks on an event as unforeseen because it is bold, and which reawakens a facet of her that she - good spouse, loving mom, bold journalist - concept had disappeared.
Even she cannot are expecting what is going to ensue next...
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So why am I bothering with him at all? The exercises continue. ” Emptiness is precisely the thing I fear most and the thing that troubles me most. If she knew what she was asking … But then who am I to judge a technique that has lasted for centuries? What am I doing here? ” I WAKE up again in the middle of the night. I go to the children’s bedrooms to see if everything is all right—it’s a bit obsessive, but surely something all parents do now and then. I go back to bed and lie staring up at the ceiling.
Privacy is only for the bosses, sitting in their glass aquariums, with curtains that can be occasionally closed. When they draw them, they still know what’s going on outside, but we can no longer see their fish mouths moving. Being a journalist in Geneva, with its 195,000 inhabitants, is the most boring job in the world. ” My boss summons me to his office and asks if I managed to get an exclusive out of my lunch with that politician. Needless to say, someone saw us together. No, I didn’t. Nothing that isn’t in his official biography.
And precisely because it’s the last thing I want to talk about, it’s the very first subject I bring up. I ask how she’s feeling. “Much better,” she says, “although the medication can take a while to work. ” In other words, suffering has become yet another source of income for the pharmaceutical industry. Feeling sad? Take a pill and problem solved. I ask, very gingerly, if she would be interested in collaborating on a major article on depression for the newspaper. “There’s no point. ” What do they discuss?