Once upon a time, there was a young and poor man. He lived alone near a forest, a little far from the village. He made a hut under a fig tree and lived there alone. He did nothing, no job, no work. Every day, he just sat under the fig tree and looked at the sky as if he was dreaming or was waiting for something. Whenever he got tire, he slept. He ate figs that falling down from the tree for his meal.
One day there was a king and a few soldiers came back from their hunting and they passed by there. They saw that young and poor man slept under the tree. His body was very thin as if a corpse. He looked very sick.
The king wondered why the young and poor man lived here alone. Therefore he walked into that young and poor man and asked “what’s wrong with you? And why are you here alone?”
The young and poor man heard that voice and opened his eyes and looked at. He suddenly knew that was a king. He raised his two hands to make respect to the king. At the same time, he slowly spoke to the king with very low and unclear voices till the king could not hear it. It just could see his mouth slowly moved.
The king kneed down and tilt his ears toward the young and poor man’ s mouth and heard that.
“ After my birth, there was a fortune teller predicted that...” the young and poor man said with his tired voice.
“ Predicted that I was a person who had a best fate....when I grew up, I...I....I.. would become a king...Hmm.” the young man said with his bright eyes.
“Based on that, I moved to here....and has been waiting for my best destiny....to become a king some day....so I do not do anything...just sit and lay down here day after day....and eat the fig as my meal or food, ....until.. Hmmm...I get sick....”
“Then where are your parents?” the king asked more questions.
“My parents passed away a few years...only me...alone.....” the young and poor man said, the eye drop come out from his two eyes.
The king felt very pity on him. Therefore, he took his crown off and put in the young man head. Immediately, the young man passed away. The king and his soldiers did a funeral for the young and poor man and left there.
WITHOUT ACTION, DESTINY COULD NOT IMPACT OUR LIFE!
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