The Perception
A young lad, bathed in moonlight's luminessence welcoming itself from narrow windows and slitholes of the royal castle, was dusting the floor off with a worn-out wicker brush. Another young lad coming from royal blood sighted him cleaning the castle. "With the dusty clothes he has, none cleaning will proof any difference at all." he thought. Young servant noticed the sketchy figure standing right up the stairs, one hand on the handle. He noticed young prince's desparation through his eyes that are observing him. Dilemma, anger, frustration, enigmatic gazes of the young prince put servant into most fundamental human nature. Fear, fear from the unknown, whether his life is in danger or not. "What's with that fear? Are you proposing I am dumb enough to be fooled by your ill act?" with trembling eyebrows with annoyance, prince uttered.
"I extend my sincerest apologies, sir," the young lad continued to diligently cleanse, hastening his efforts.
"REMAIN SEATED!"
He promptly obeyed the command, clutching the wicker brush, trembling under the weight of apprehension. Beside him, the young prince, mired in desolation, envied the serenity with which the lad performed his menial castle duties. Observing this shift in demeanor, the prince inquired,
"Why do you display such inexplicable contentment despite the obliteration of your entire lineage and nobility by our hand?" The despondent young prince's curiosity festered.
The young servant altered his countenance as if relinquishing pretense. "I cannot alter the immutable truths, but I can mold my perception of them," he responded.
"In what manner?" the prince began to inquire but was swiftly interrupted.
"On this diminutive planet, our existence is transient. I refrain from dwelling excessively on the vicissitudes of fate," the young attendant explained calmly.
"You adopt such cynicism, yet it does not transform your less privileged life into one perceived as superior or more tranquil," the prince countered.
"The trappings of wealth and social standing hold no significance. The tribulations of every individual are commensurate. Three avenues of response remain valid: one may acknowledge and agonize over them, as you do; one may acknowledge and dispassionately accept them, as I do; or one may endeavor to rectify them, even if it leads to demise," the sagacious servant elucidated.
