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Friday, April 13, 2007

Beautiful Thought

A legend is told about the origin of a certain mountain in Asia:

Once, there was a young king who lived in a magnificent kingdom with his queen. He was a very amiable and magnanimous leader. His queen, on the other hand, was pompous and demanding. Nonetheless, the king loved her very much. One day, the king asked his queen what she wanted as a gift. He told her that she could have anything her heart desired. After much deliberation, the queen said, "My king, I want a mountain to be beside our palace! It would make our kingdom much more majestic! Also, the sight of the sun rising over the mountain each morning shall give me endless joy." Without hesitation, the king set out, bringing with him 10,000 of his finest men, 1,000 of his finest steeds, and 500 of his strongest elephants.

What seemed like a journey of conquest was actually a journey of devotion. The king's idea was to travel to the largest mountain in the land and use his forces to puch it back to the palace for the queen. And so, upon arriving at the site of the mountain, the king wasted no time in assembling all his men, his horses and his elephants to push the mountain back to the kingdom.

Meanwhile, back at the palace, the queen had plotted this from the beginning. Knowing such a feat would be near impossible, she figured the king would be gone a long time and so, expressing her hidden aggenda, she began to seduce the king's brother and ended up committing adultery all the time the king was away. Also, she began ordering around the king's subjects, amassing more and more of her desires and wants selfishly.

Back at the mountain, the king and his men were having a very difficult time making the mountain move. But soon enough, with much desperation and effort, they were successful, inch by inch. Entire months were spent to push the peak single inches. Soon, the king's men began to die off, one by one, due to lack of resources or of extreme exhaustion. Years went by and the number of men and creatures the king had to help him push decreased, while the queen, who was the sole reason of such, continued her infidelities and her atrocities.

After a very long time, the king was the only one left to push. Everyone else had died. The only thing that kept him alive and gave him strength to continue pushing the entire mountain himself was the thought that his queen would be happy upon seeing the sun rise over it. Each day and each night, he pushed, unwavering and strong. The mountain is now situated some thousand miles off the Tibetan mountain range, a lone mountain, somehow strangely similar to the formation of the former. Some say that the king is still pushing the mountain now, and each decade, the mountain can be seen a few inches from its original spot. One beautiful thought gave one man the power to move mountains.

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We take things as they come and improvise if it ends up not exactly how we pictured it. And that happens a lot. It's human nature. We never end up where we though we would. All these things that we want, most times, they just never come. You close your eyes and have a perfect vision of it, so lucid that you can almost taste it. It's so much more difficult when it's something you really want; want more than anything, and it just doesn't happen. Only a few things in this world are more painful. It's hard when a thing of this magnitude is taken away from you. Something that gives you hope, makes you strong, keeps you alive. You fight so hard for this ideal because you believe it will make you happy. You believe that this will be worth it. You believe that soon, everything will fall into place, that someday, you'll look back at everything you've been through and have nothing else but a smile on your face, and softness in your heart. Such a thought is noble. Such a thought is beautiful. And quite frankly, that's what this has always been. That's what this is, and that's what it'll remain. The dream I awake from. The life I'm not living. A world I wish I were in. You'll always be my beautiful thought.

(By the way, the legend isn't real. Haha.)


the adventure ended at 11:07 PM

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