I foresee a great future within that little prince.
Thousands of years ago, a prince named Siddhartha Gautama was born in 563 B.C. in Nepal, shortly after his father met with a fortune teller who told him that Siddhartha would be a king or a religious preacher. Of course, his father wanted him to be a king.
Siddhartha was born living a life of luxury without experiencing pain or sadness. Siddhartha's father protected him from pain, sadness, or sickness. It seemed that Siddhartha had everything one person would want as a lifetime.
One day, Siddhartha went on a ride with no guards and saw a man shrunken by disease. Siddhartha had never seen anything so sad in his life that he was so shocked. Siddhartha thought about what he had just seen and realized that he, too, faced these hardships.
The once-protected prince then searched for the truth about life, suffering, and death. Siddhartha begins to search by studying with Hindu gurus. The gurus taught him that life was an endless cycle of birth, death, and rebirth.
Siddhartha wanted to join a band of religious ascetics. All Siddhartha did was meditating for a long time until he fainted 5 years later. Siddhartha never wanted to stop meditating until he found the truth about the endless cycle of birth, suffering, and death.
The strength finally returned to Siddhartha, while he kept going on his journey. Siddhartha didn't leave the bohdi tree after 49 days straight. Siddhartha saw his past life and finally understood the cycle of birth, suffering, death, and rebirth. As many days past by Siddhartha finally became a Buddha.