Once upon a time, a famous king had four wives. The king loved his fourth wife the most. He never did anything for her. He also loved his third wife, and he was even very afraid of losing her and very jealous of her. He also loved his second wife a little bit. Because she always supported the king and was patient. As for his first wife, the queen, although she was the one who loved the king the most, who did not expect anything in return, who did the most for him, he never loved her and never cared for her.

One day the king became desperately ill. Afraid of dying and being alone when he died, he hoped that at least one of his wives would share his loneliness. He asked his fourth wife:" "Would you like to go on a death journey with me?" The king was very sad and went to his third wife: "Do you want to die with me?" "No! Life is so beautiful, why would I want to die?"...
Disappointed, the king did not give up hope and went to his second wife." "You have always been understanding and good to me, will you understand again and come with me?" "I can't do anything for you this time, but I will come with you to the cemetery," she said...

The king had lost hope and was very unhappy. Just then he was startled by the queen's voice:" "Wherever you go, I will go with you. I can't leave you alone!" ... Ahh!..." the king moaned; "I wish I had one more chance..."

We don't always know what is good and right for us. What is sincere and what is false? If only we could see it in all its simplicity in the center of our being alive, rather than being aware of it in a state of mind where survival is not valuable to us, a state of mind where we accept being dead...

But if we could reach the beginning of the path to sincerity, if we could touch beyond the physical world called the sublime, we would be less in pain. Isn't sincerity the conformity and closeness between what is inside and what one expresses outwardly? There are no two or more standards of sincerity. The most extreme point that sincerity can reach is the inability to "do otherwise than be sincere". One no longer chooses to be sincere. He is what he is. He does not try to establish conformity between his thoughts and his behavior. He cannot even distinguish how much is thought and how much is behavior. Here there is no room for "if only"... Here the truth doesn't hurt...

Mukaddes Pekin Başdil

Researcher-Author

Source: Denizli Haber