Dreams do drive!



“When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision.” (Coelho, 1993, p. 34)

This quotation is very much relevant to my personal life because I felt this exact current Coelho is talking about. It happened when I had passed my intermediate exams with a 54% score. I had to decide the field of study which was going to be my career in the future. I was a bit nervous, but still, somewhere in my mind, I was thinking of opt for English literature. Initially, the current of English literature was less powerful but as I consulted with the experts of literature in my social circle, I felt that current more intensely and consequently I decided to apply for literature in a couple of universities. As I dived into this field I found myself swept away to the fascinating shores of Psychoanalytic Criticism, something that I couldn't have even dreamt of even when I was applying for this career. So this how this quotation is related to my life, or rather, tells the story of my life.

Coelho, P. (1993). The alchemist. HarperOne.

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