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The happy prince

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Just a sudden hit came to me yesterday morning, although I didn't sleep enough the night before. Duno why but of all sudden one of the children stories that I read when I was young came re-surfacing back to my memory. And till now I still like the story but now the after feeling to finish reading the story is different now. When we were young the world just seems to be simple and free. Free from anything that is depressing, realism of the world..and that most of the fairy tale story the ending is always happily lived after or so.

The story that I been talking about that resurfaced to my thought is "The Happy Prince" by Oscar Wilde. I went to find the story online this morning and re-read it again. It would have most apt to be used to describe the realism of today's materialistic world. Somewhat similiar, both the happy prince and swallow always looked at the merry making side of the world.

Oblivious to the prince outside his castle, there lived poverty that most of his peasants is suffering. When the city casted a statue of him with fine jewellery and gold plated clothings, he then saw the world suffering beneath his feet. Exterior luxuries the statue has, but yet the heart of the statue is casted with lead. It seems ironic that the heart is made of lead and I think probably the author purposely choosen this material (he could have chosen any other beautiful gem to embed inside).

I don't know when this story was written in, but regardless of the time, there would always be a gap difference between the rich and the poors. The uneven balance of the rich masses against the hardship of the poors cannot be felt by one who have been born with a silver spoon. Especially worse when the spoilt brag always get his things with his own ways and not having a thought about the rest.

The foolishness of man as always portraited from the start to the end of the story by the mayor and his group of town councillors. Each bathing in the thought of how to glorifying themselve to the town, but does the peasant cares? Each structure or ornament that was placed in our city currently how many of us really stops by to think what is this ornament for?

The swallow in the story would have been a fortunate one, one who soar around the worlds and see the beautiful side of life. With his soaring around I doubt if he has stopped to rest around areas of slumps. I guess this prove one of the chinese phase "
良禽择朽木而栖". (something like good bird would choose good spot to rest...)

At the ending was wondering if the author like a happy ending and added the twist of God's selection of two of the most precious item in the city. For those who wants to read the story, go here.

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  1. Blogger L. | April 23, 2006 2:15 PM |  

    It's a almost confirmed sad fact of life....
    1. Power Rulez...
    2. Money Rulez...
    3. Weak Endurez...


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