•The Crown•
It’s
a long winding road, this path that
I’m walking. I don’t understand. I look to the sky. Darkness. Constantly
surrounded by darkness. Then there are wasted hours of just, walking.
Confusion
consumes me. I try and try to understand why? I often times cross people
on the
path. Most of them stare. Some will smirk. Others spit. While others
stand on
their balcony and point down at me with disgust. These people don’t
understand
that we walk the same path, we share the same road, we feel the same
darkness and share the same confusion. Who are they to look down upon me? Why do
they disrespect
and tell me that I’m worth less?
I finally reached a town of King and Queens.
Then there’s me; a peasant boy. I sweep the streets they walk upon, I clean
the thrones they boast upon, I make the meals they dine upon and in return
I get.. nothing. Instead they laugh and call me their little peasant boy. They don’t
understand the time, the effort, the humiliation.
One
morning, shortly after
sunrise, I walked into the forest and dropped to a knee. I raised my
hands to
the sky, and pleaded,“Oh lord, father, if your there please come to
me.” Minutes went by with nothing but silence. I dropped my head in
dismay and turned
to walk away, but then a light shined onto me. I glanced up, but had to
shield
my eyes from being blinded. I was suddenly over taken by a voice, “My
young
one. What may it be?”... “It’s the village, they don’t understand. I’m
only a peasant
to them. I work and work to prove myself, but nothing... nothing but
disappointment.”
“My boy, you’re all viewed the same by me, rather you wear a crown or
sweep the
streets. It’s not about how much you have. It’s about what you do with
what you
were given. In the end, the people who indulge in their humility will
rise
above those who are ignorant in their greed. Remember son, it was never
between you and them
anyway.” The voice disappeared.
That day, and every day after, I swept the
streets, I cleaned the thrones and I prepared the supper. But every night I’d
sleep with a smile; because I knew in the end, I’d be wearing the crown.
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