At times you need the words of someone else, to better describe how you feel. Enter author Paulo Coelho, who despite not being everyone’s cup of tea, is someone with a true gift for taking the complexity of life and narrating them in his own magical and relatable way. One book of his that I particularly like, is Eleven Minuets, about small-town girl Maria (oh the irony), and the lengths she will go to in order to leave her home in Brazil and become ‘successful’. Without ruining too much, she does leave, and instead of becoming a famous model gets lured into the world of prostitution in the picturesque city of Geneva, Switzerland. I’d like to share an exert from the book, which although speaks highly about love, to me spoke volumes about something else.