Once upon a time there was a king with four wives, one day king got sick and was on his death bed.

He was afraid of being in the afterlife alone so he asked his fourth wife which he loved the most and bought her diamonds, gold and elegant clothing. He asked her would you die with me? and go with me to the afterlife?

The fourth wife replied I’m sorry I can’t do that and walked away.

He also loved his third wife, he was very proud and would show her off to neighbouring kingdoms, so he called on his third wife and asked would you accompany me to the afterlife.

The third wife replied I love my life too much. I’m sorry i cannot go with you and when you die I’m going to remarry.

His second wife has always been there for him in his times of need, so he asked would you accompany me to the afterlife?

The second wife then replied I’m sorry that I can’t help you out this time, but what i can do is arrange your funeral and i will be there for your funeral.

A voice called out and said, I’ll leave with you and follow you wherever you go even if it is to the afterlife.

The king looked it was his first wife, but this was the wife that he took care of the least. He felt embarrassed and said I’m sorry I should’ve taken better care of you and given you more attention when i was alive.

The moral of the story is that WE ALL HAVE FOUR WIVES..

Our fourth wife is our body, we like to decorate it with nice jewellery, nice clothing but at the end it can’t follow us to the afterlife.

The Third wife represents our possessions, we spend so much time trying to gather possessions but in the end they cannot follow us to the afterlife and it will be given to other people just like the third wife said she’s going to remarry.

The second wife is our friends and family. We trust them they’re always there for us in times of need, but the farthest they can go with us is to our funeral and send us off.

The first wife represents our soul, we usually neglect taking care of our soul but that is the thing that will follow us to the afterlife.

Care for your body, keep it healthy. Enjoy your possessions and the comfort they provide. Cherish your friends and family for the love that they provide, But don’t forget to take care of your soul, nourish your soul.

Take time to be alone. Take time to pray. Take time to meditate. Because it is the source of all your life and your most faithful friend.

I hope this story can help you or somebody that you love.

The best philosophical story I know comes from Raymond Smullyan.

A long time ago in Northern India a man called Siddhartha Gautama achieved enlightenment.  Known now as the Buddha, or the One Who is Awake, he travelled from town to town on foot answering people’s questions.

One man, a potter named Gupta, heard that the Buddha would be visiting his town and was very excited.  He counted the days until the Buddha arrived and wracked his brain trying to think of the best question to ask the sage.

Every question he could think of though he feared was the wrong one.  “Is there life after death?”  Supposing the answer was “yes”  — what if it were not worth living.  “How should I live?”  Supposing the answer were simply “Well!” and it was not satisfactory.  “How did the universe begin?”  Supposing the answer were it had never begun!  “How can I get rich?” Surely such would be a foolish question to ask the Buddha — perhaps someone else would know better, and anyway what if being rich were not the best thing?

So Gupta spent every waking moment until the Buddha arrived.  Everyone in town asked the Buddha a single question.  Still Gupta could not think of a good question.  Gupta’s little boy came runing “Gupta!  Gupta!  You have missed the Buddha!  He is leaving town.”

Gupta ran as fast as his legs could carry him after the departing sage.  The Buddha’ followers told him it was too late, but the Buddha was compassionate.  He ran up, out of breath.  “Come, my son!”

Finally, out of breath, exhausted and willing to risk it all Gupta blurted out his question:

“What is the single best question for me to ask you and what is the answer?” he asked.

The Buddha looked at him, a slight smile on his face.

“That is the question and this is the answer.”

Narcissus was a hunter in Greek mythology, son of the river god Cephissus and the nymph Liriope. … Nemesis, the goddess of retribution and revenge, learned what had happened and decided to punish Narcissus for his behaviour. She led him to a pool; there, the man saw his reflection in the water and fell in love with it.

We all knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.

But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.

The author said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

“Why do you weep?” the goddesses asked

“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.

“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”

“But… was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.

“Who better than you to know that?” the goddesses said in wonder. “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”

The lake was silent for some time. finally, it said: “i weep for Narcissus, but i never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, i could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.

What does the story of Narcissus teach us?

Narcissus is so attractive that he practically has to carry around a spear to keep the girls away. The real and major problem is that he knows how attractive he is, and so as we. Essentially, beauty becomes self- love and represents self- destruction.

From this story two things evolve:

1. The Narcissistic flower, often found next to bodies of water, which leans itself over the water before it blossoms – in its own reflection.
2. NPD – Narcissistic Personality Disorder

Ultimately the question becomes what is NPD? Or what to come of NPD? we know that a person suffering from such a disorder unfortunately end sum is that all of their actions revolve around feeding the false self, or, false image of oneself, and this leads to self malignant love – that is, a love that will never grow, and always dies in infamy.

But then what defines the false self? The false self is the image of oneself, i.e. is what everyone out there thinks and says about you. This is NOT your true self, rather it is a refection of you.

So feed YOUR TRUE SELF!

Nourish your true self, and you shall know true love.

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