You’re Never Truly Alone

In the past two weeks, I met two clients from very different walks of lives. The problem here is – they’re both trying to reach the ultimate destination prematurely. Sessions with them were both insightful and heart wrenching. One thing that really struck me was how lonely they felt.

One of them burnt bridges to her home country and is right now trapped as an exile here while the other feels like an exile in his own home. They have locked down emotionally to every one around them. I could sense this immense cry for help deep in them in the way they looked and yet they wall up and reject help.

But you’re never truly alone in this world; even more so if you stay in the city. Friends are abound, maybe friends do not understand your plight, but its not that they don’t but they don’t know enough to. Don’t be afraid to be criticized because you’ll be surprised at how open and receptive people can actually be. Look around you and you will bound to spot that sincere smile reaching out to you. When help offers itself to you, take it with open arms; Don’t push it away and retort that no one wants to really help. Give yourself a chance.  Paulo Coehlo had this story:

A merchant sent his son to learn the Secret of Happiness from the wisest of men. The young man wandered through the desert for forty days until he reached a beautiful castle at the top of a mountain. There lived the sage that the young man was looking for.

However, instead of finding a holy man, our hero entered a room and saw a great deal of activity; merchants coming and going, people chatting in the corners, a small orchestra playing sweet melodies, and there was a table laden with the most delectable dishes of that part of the world.

The wise man talked to everybody, and the young man had to wait for two hours until it was time for his audience.

With considerable patience, the Sage listened attentively to the reason for the boy’s visit, but told him that at that moment he did not have the time to explain to him the Secret of Happiness.

He suggested that the young man take a stroll around his palace and come back in two hours’ time.

“However, I want to ask you a favor,” he added, handling the boy a teaspoon, in which he poured two drops of oil. “While you walk, carry this spoon and don’t let the oil spill.”

The young man began to climb up and down the palace staircases, always keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. At the end of two hours he returned to the presence of the wise man.

“So,” asked the sage, “did you see the Persian tapestries hanging in my dining room? Did you see the garden that the Master of Gardeners took ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?”

Embarrassed, the young man confessed that he had seen nothing. His only concern was not to spill the drops of oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.

“So, go back and see the wonders of my world,” said the wise man. “You can’t trust a man if you don’t know his house.”

Now more at ease, the young man took the spoon and strolled again through the palace, this time paying attention to all the works of art that hung from the ceiling and walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around the palace, the delicacy of the flowers, the taste with which each work of art was placed in its niche. Returning to the sage, he reported in detail all that he had seen.

“But where are the two drops of oil that I entrusted to you?” asked the sage.

Looking down at the spoon, the young man realized that he had spilled the oil.

“Well, that is the only advice I have to give you,” said the sage of sages. “The Secret of Happiness lies in looking at all the wonders of the world and never forgetting the two drops of oil in the spoon.”

from the book “The Alchemist”

I have met clients like these in the past and its sad, especially for people who are trying so hard to help them. For you people, I salute you. If words cannot express your love for your friends, maybe music can:

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