
What do you think about prostitute ? what do you feel if one of your beloved ones being a prostitute ? have you ever known what they feel and think about life, love and God ?
The story started with Maria as a young Brazilian lady who were innocent and shy but she was in love to several guys, broken heart and gave up to be in love, learnt a lot about love and guys at the same time.
By the time she grew up, she became a smart lady, independent, and felt understanding about how different the men are from the women.
The real story of her life began when she met the one who promised her to be a famous star in Geneva. She felt doubt initially but accepted the job offer eventually.
All happened as she arrived there was unpredictable. She was trapped to become a prostitute with a big amount of debt she had to pay to process some documents and airplane ticket reimbursement. She cried so much every night and remembered her family who didn’t agree with her decision to go to Geneva.
The thing that made her survive was her intelligence. She tried hard to not give up and attempt frequently to seek out the way to accept “her destiny”,to create some worth values to survive. She encouraged her life spirit by writing diary, reading mutual books, and thinking and viewing life in different ways.
Coelho described in the story about what sex does mean to men and women, how men do understand about woman’s body and vice versa. He also described about sexual pleasure for its own sake and the possibility of a “sacred” sex in the context of love.
In the story of Maria’s prostitution journey, you will learn about what love is, what virtue is, what life is, what God is, etc.
A beautiful quote of Maria’s contemplation about love is :
From Maria's diary, on a day when she had her period and couldn't work ( as a prostitute ) :
"If I were to tell someone about my life today, I could do it in a way that would make them think me a brave, happy, independent woman. Rubbish : I am not even allowed to mention the only word that is more important than the eleven minutes--love.
"All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie : freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly.
And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free.
That's why, regardless of what I might experience, do or learn, nothing makes sense. I hope this time passes quickly, so that I can resume my search for my self--in the form of a man who understands me and does not make me suffer.
But what I am saying ? In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.
It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone.
That is the true experience of freedom : having the most important thing in the world without owning it.
note : eleven minutes means sex duration
So, Guys... don't ever lose your hope. No matter how many times you failed and how much you get suffering, there must be a lot of things we can learn to be strong and understand more behind your existence in the world...
You're not alone :)
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