there was a brief encounter with a person once, that made me realized what true madness meant. but then, when i start wondering about that is madness, i also wonder about if being crazy really means something bad. first, what is a crazy person? then, why do people are tagged crazy? we never know the truth behind the things, a crazy person might be saying the truth one day, or maybe, the crazy people might be the ones who think they arent. after all, if people are free to be the way they want, then, why do someone must be tagged as crazy?

Road Encounter – The King of the Bridge

i was following my way down a road, slowly and drowsily, it was near the end of the noon, and the sun was shining soft, the wind was gentle and refreshing, the sky was dyed in a tender tune of blue. tending to some purple. everything was calm.
until i get to a bridge. crossing it a old man popped out of nowhere and said:
” who do you think you are entering my lands without my permission? ”
it was a old man, dressed in old a ragged clothes, with a mantle on his backs. he had a look of a angry person, and he was looking tired. as if he didnt had a wink for a day or so.
” dont you know that i am the king of those lands pass this bridge? ”
i stood silent looking at him
” arent you going to pay the respects to me? you insolent one! if my knights were here your head would be already rolling down the streams ”
” excuse mr. but that did i do wrong? ”
” im the king of all those lands, you should pay more respect. ”
” but i see no signal of you being a king. ”
” but i am, i rule all these lands. ”
what was this? the man really believed that he was some sort of king to those lands;
” what makes you think that you are the king of those lands? ”
” ah, its because i have everything i want, when i want, without having any problems. i am free to do as i please and everywhere is my home. ”
” do you have a castle? ”
” i do, its this bridge. ”
it wasnt reasonable to me at that exactly time, but then the old man showed me what he was talking about. he wanted me to see why did he was the king to all those lands well, in first instance, the old man asked me if i would company him on his meal of the time. i didnt refused, then he said.
” we are going to eat fish today. ”
the bridge he lived under was indeed a sight to behold, even though there was no signal of any settlement around. it was a well build bridge, it wasnt plain, but had a artistic and minimalistic design. the person who build this bridge sure wanted to add a extra thing to this view.
” say old man; ” i asked him ” why do you think you’re a king? ”
” i have already told you, i own everything. i can take everything whenever i want whatever it is. just like the fish we are going to eat.”
the man then, took a old rod and cast the bait at the water. we waited about half a hour and he catch a whole basket of fish, as if the fish were willing to be eaten by him.
” do you see? even the fish from this place recognizes me as their king. ”
it was puzzling me. the man think he was a king because he could have everything.
” so, where are your people? ”
” everywhere, the trees, the fish, the waters, the grass, the wind, the sky, the bridge, the animals, everything at this side of the bridge is my people. ”
” how do you know they’re happy with you being their king. ”
” just look at everything, full of life and happiness, cant you see it? ”
he was right, the scenery was really something apart. the colors were sparking the wind was gentle the waters were running slowly calming, no signal of troubles. but thats one thing all the kings have, its troubles.
” do you have any troubles old man? ”
” no i dont have any. ”
” dont you have troubles governing such wide lands? ”
” why would a king have any troubles? a true king would govern things naturally, nothing would be true problems to him, nothing would be able to bring troubles to him. ”
” so… you think you are a king because, you are free of troubles? ”
” not only free of troubles, its because i know how to live for my people, and my people live for me. isnt that what a true king was supposed to be like? ”
i pondered about it while i ate the fish, maybe, maybe the old man was right, maybe, maybe just the other kings forgot how to be a true king. after finishing my fish, i thanked the old man and set foot on the road again.
” i hope your kingdom stand long old man. ”
” it will, gracefully as any other. farewell noble traveler. ”
” farewell ”

Road Encounter – The King of the Bridge

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