{"id":1831,"date":"2009-09-03T01:07:15","date_gmt":"2009-09-03T01:07:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tameraktas.com\/wptest\/wordpress\/2009\/09\/03\/coelhodan-gelithim-oykuleri-2\/"},"modified":"2026-09-15T14:35:48","modified_gmt":"2026-09-15T14:35:48","slug":"coelho-dan-gelisim-oykuleri","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/e-motivasyon.net\/en\/coelho-dan-gelisim-oykuleri.html","title":{"rendered":"Development Stories from Coelho"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Development Stories from Coelho<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

Paulo Coelho, \u201cPiedra Irma\u011f\u0131n\u0131n K\u0131y\u0131s\u0131nda Oturdum, A\u011flad\u0131m\u201d adl\u0131 muhte\u015fem kitab\u0131nda birbirinden etkileyici geli\u015fim \u00f6yk\u00fclerine yer vermektedir. \u0130\u015fte bu g\u00fczel kitaptan geli\u015fime dair \u00f6yk\u00fcler.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Tanr\u0131, g\u00fcne\u015fi her g\u00fcn yeniden do\u011fdurarak, bizi mutsuz k\u0131lan her \u015feyi de\u011fi\u015ftirmemiz i\u00e7in zaman tan\u0131yor bize. Oysa, biz her g\u00fcn, b\u00f6yle bir zaman\u0131n bize ba\u011f\u0131\u015fland\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 g\u00f6rmezden geliyoruz, bug\u00fcn\u00fcn d\u00fcne benzedi\u011fi gibi, yar\u0131na da benzeyece\u011fini d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcn\u00fcyormu\u015f gibi davran\u0131yoruz. Ama dikkatini ya\u015famakta oldu\u011fu g\u00fcne veren ki\u015fi, o b\u00fcy\u00fcl\u00fc an\u0131n varl\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 ke\u015ffediyor. O b\u00fcy\u00fcl\u00fc an belki de sabah anahtar\u0131 kilide soktu\u011fumuz dakikada, ak\u015fam yeme\u011fini izleyen suskunluk s\u0131ras\u0131nda, bize birbirinin benzeri gibi gelen bin bir \u015feyde gizli. Ama \u00f6yle bir an var ve i\u015fte o anda y\u0131ld\u0131zlar t\u00fcm g\u00fc\u00e7leriyle i\u00e7imize doluyor ve bizi mucizeler ger\u00e7ekle\u015ftirmeye haz\u0131r hale getiriyor. Mutluluk kimi zaman bir kutsamad\u0131r- ama \u00e7o\u011fu zaman bir fetihtir. G\u00fcn\u00fcn o b\u00fcy\u00fcl\u00fc an\u0131, de\u011fi\u015fmemize yard\u0131m ediyor, bizi d\u00fc\u015flerimizin pe\u015finde ko\u015fmak i\u00e7in yola koyulmaya itiyor. Ac\u0131 \u00e7ekece\u011fiz, zor zamanlar ya\u015fayaca\u011f\u0131z, ne var ki bunlar ge\u00e7ici, iz b\u0131rakmayan d\u00f6nemler olacakt\u0131r. Ve daha sonra geriye d\u00f6n\u00fcp gururla ve inan\u00e7la bakaca\u011f\u0131z.<\/p>\n

Kendini tehlikeye atmaktan korkan ki\u015fiye ne yaz\u0131k! \u00c7\u00fcnk\u00fc o ki\u015fi belki de hi\u00e7 d\u00fc\u015f k\u0131r\u0131kl\u0131\u011f\u0131na u\u011framayacak ve pe\u015finden ko\u015facak bir d\u00fc\u015f\u00fc olanlar kadar ac\u0131 \u00e7ekmeyecek. Ama d\u00f6n\u00fcp de arkaya bakt\u0131\u011f\u0131nda (\u00e7\u00fcnk\u00fc her zaman, sonunda d\u00f6n\u00fcp arkam\u0131za bakar\u0131z), y\u00fcre\u011finden \u015fu s\u00f6zc\u00fcklerin d\u00f6k\u00fcld\u00fc\u011f\u00fcn\u00fc duyacak: \u201cTanr\u0131n\u0131n, ya\u015fad\u0131\u011f\u0131n her g\u00fcne mucize tohumlar\u0131n\u0131 ne yapt\u0131n? Yaratan\u0131n sana ba\u011f\u0131\u015flad\u0131\u011f\u0131 yemekleri ne yapt\u0131n? Hepsini bir \u00e7ukura g\u00f6md\u00fcn, \u00e7\u00fcnk\u00fc onlar\u0131 yitirmekten korkuyordun. \u0130\u015fte, \u015fimdi elinde kalan: Ya\u015fam\u0131n\u0131 yitirmi\u015f olman\u0131n kesinli\u011fi.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u00d6teki<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

A man comes across a long-time friend; friend gives the impression of someone who has not been able to chart his path in life. 'I'll have to give him some money', he thinks. But that evening, he realizes that his friend has become rich and has decided to pay off all of his debts up to that point.
\n'They go to a bar they frequent, and this dude buys everybody a drink. When they ask about the source of this sudden wealth, he tells them that he 'lived the Other' until his last days.
\n'But who is this Other?' they ask the man.
\n\u201c- \u00d6teki, bana olmay\u0131 \u00f6\u011frettikleri, ama ben olmayan ki\u015fidir\u201d der. \u0130nsanlar\u0131n, ya\u015fland\u0131klar\u0131nda a\u00e7l\u0131ktan \u00f6lmek istemiyorlarsa, ya\u015famlar\u0131 boyunca nas\u0131l para kazanmalar\u0131 gerekti\u011fini d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnmek zorunda olduklar\u0131na inan\u0131r. Ne kadar \u00e7ok d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcn\u00fcrlerse, o kadar \u00e7ok plan yaparlar; ya\u015fayan birer varl\u0131k birer varl\u0131k olduklar\u0131n\u0131 da, vadeleri dolmak \u00fczereyken anlarlar ancak. O zaman da art\u0131k i\u015f i\u015ften ge\u00e7mi\u015ftir.\u201d
\n"- So who are you?"
\n\u201cI am like any one among you who listens to the voice of his heart. I am a person who is dazzled by the secret of life, open to miracles, and excited and excited by what he does. Until now, however, the Other had tied my hands for fear of disappointment.
\n\u201cWell, people continue to suffer,\u201d replied all those present.
\n\u201c- It is the failures that go on. No one can get away with this. It is better for a man to have some failures in his struggle to make his dreams come true, than to be defeated without knowing what he is fighting for.\u201d
\n"- Is that all?" asked the customers at the bar.
\n"- Yes. After making this discovery, my eyes were opened and I decided to truly become the person I always wanted to be. There, in my room, the Other stared at me, but I did not allow it to come back into me, although at times he tried to frighten me by reminding me that I was putting myself in danger by not thinking about my future. From the day I cut the Other out of my life, God's power began to show its miracles.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Gift<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

A boy and a young girl were madly in love with each other. And they decided to get engaged. Engaged people always present gifts to each other. But the boy was poor\u2014the only wealth he had was the watch he had inherited from his grandfather. Thinking of her lover's beautiful hair, she decided to sell her grandfather's watch in order to buy her a beautiful silver comb.<\/p>\n

The young girl also did not have the money to buy a fiancee gift for the man she loved. He went to the biggest merchant of the place where he lived and sold his hair. With the money he got, he bought a gold shackle for the watch of the man he loved.<\/p>\n

And when they met again on the day of their betrothal, the young girl gave him a shackle for the watch he had sold; a silver comb for the young girl to comb her cut hair.<\/p>\n

Paulo Coelho, \u201cBy the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept\u201d<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Pauolo Coelho’nun T\u00fcm \u00d6yk\u00fcleri<\/a><\/span><\/h3>\n

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