The last book I read was the Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, this book I read about 3 years ago, when I was at a university that I no longer attend. This book accompanied me during the long trips to this university, I read it for about 2 hours a day while riding the subway or the van. At that time I was not having my best moment and it made me question many things. This time, I'm better than ever. Happy with my family, friends and girlfriend. What at that time opened my eyes, this time it made me analyze my brother's departure to Peru (I live in Venezuela), about my commitment to my work and the true happiness that surrounds me. At the beginning of the year I was so emotionally broken that I just wanted to leave the country and start from scratch somewhere else. Because of destiny, I stayed and improved my whole environment. When I read the book again I smiled because literally this book (for me) is about happiness in terms of the false promise that we have to travel all over the world to obtain it, we have to have a treasure to be well and others, which currently it seems funny. Because my happiness is in seeing my loved ones happy, happy and fulfilling their goals, my greatest treasure is my creativity and I only need that to get ahead at all times. This book has already put me in perspective with reality twice. He has given me tremendous teachings and I thank the person who recommended it to me.