The Alchemist

I'm reading the Alchemist again! After many years...this time in English...
It's not as good as the Farsi translation, but it has all the good things that I once felt, everything that made me truly happy...
How could I ever forget the lizard in my closet on that hot summer day heading to my most important exam...
The lizard that made me happy for the first time in my life, and did not scare me...
The omens are always there, right in front of you, like the Konar that fell in my hand when I asked for it...like million other things that I see every day but I don't notice...
I once knew the language of the world, I know, but I kept losing it, when I was alone or stressed or far away from my own self...
I need to see what omens tell me again, but I don't know it yet, cause maybe I have lost my dreams, or my dreams have become small, so small that I don't even like myself the way I used to before...
I need new dreams, but I feel that if I dream too big like in the past, maybe this time I don't have enough time any more...maybe I don't have the energy...
I used to be so brave and not scared of anything...what happened to me? How did I change so much?!
Maybe just buying the Alchemist again is a new omen for me, a path to find my personal legend in me again, the journey to learn the language of the world, to see that everything's just one and all...and I can't be too seperate from it, I am returning!