Maria in Me

A few more leaves and im done with Coelho's Eleven Minutes. It was due to be returned today and so i asked my cousin to renew the date of return at the UST Library. She reminded me that UST Library books must be in on or before March 2. Yeah, i said. There was Maria in the book. To be fair, Coelho artistically described the agony of Maria's life. I felt like i was the character, a bit exagerrated though because i'm not a prostitute. In more ways than one, Maria, much like desperate to find her one true love, is ME. And did I say ME? Yes, pretty true - desperate to find my one true love. Where must he be? Is he someone i know? Or someone i still have to know? Or, is there someone??? Maria braved the storms in her life, putting the strong woman facade for everyone to see including her family in the backlands. And as i look at myself, im never too far-comparing with her struggles. Maria touched my soul. As i finally end reading the book, i know that Maria will live on as she taught me lessons of climbing to the cliff and see the vastness beyond and then stepping down again to share how the climb was.