We are going out of the castle, get the chariot set up,and make sure there are no sad, poor or sick people in our veiw
People grow old, get sick, and die. That is just life.
A long time ago, Siddharta Gautama was a Hindu prince in Nepal in 563 B.C. Siddhartas father later met with a fourtune teller who told Siddharta he would either be a king or religious leader. His father wanted him to be a king.
I don't think this is the right way to live.
When Siddarta was young he grew up in a life of luxury. He was very protected and his father made sure he never saw anyine who was sad, poor or sick. Siddharta later got married, had a son, and it seemed like he had anything a person could want.
One day he rode out of the palace with only his charriot driver. He saw things that his father had protected him from for a long time. He saw a old man on a cane, a man shrunken by a desise, a dead man, and a homeless and holy man. He later relised that he did not need a fancy lifestyle to be happy.
Wow! Buddah was a great person.
He later became an asthetic and learned to deny all physical comfort. He wore one pair of clothing and sometimes sat in teh same position for days. He was an asthetic for five years. As an asthetic he ate less and less and one day fainted from lack of food and relised this was not the correct path.
He later went off on his own and sat under a fig tree to meditate. He meditated for forty-nine days. He later understod the cycle of life and reached enlightment.
Siddharta escaped the cycle of rebirth. He wanted to share his knowlage with everyone. Siddharta died as a buddah at age eighty.