The rich and powerful are not as happy as they seem

Muriidi was the name of an earlier king. He was so ruthless unjust and savage and this had procured him the name dictator. He was living in fear that someone would one day kill him because he was aware that almost everyone in his kingdom hated him. As a result, he was always suspicious and aware of what was going on in the minds of his hateful subjects.

But the king had a lot of money; In his beautiful palace, where he lived with his royal family, he was protected by security guards who carried sophisticated weapons. He owned a lot of exquisite and valuable possessions.

He was taken care of and held up upon by a large group of workers who were faithful to him and consistently prepared to do his biddingOne day, a companion of his, referred to Dhamesaid to him as, "Ooh my lord, how cheerful you should be! You are extremely wealthy, and you have everything a man could desire here.

"Well, do you agree? Maybe you would incline toward changing spots with me," answered the despot king"No, not actually, not that, my ruler!" Dhame said, " However, I believe that if only I could have your riches, powers, and pleasures for just one day, I would not desire any greater happiness."

"If that's the case, you'll have everything you want. You will have them, yes." According to the king, Dhame was led into the palace the following day, and the guards and servants were told to treat him like their king.

He demanded obedience from the entire staff. He sat comfortably at a table in the banquet hall, where rich meals were served to him. Nothing that could make him happy was missing from him.

There were a wide range of food and drinks, wonderful blossoms, intriguing fragrances, and brilliant customary sonnets. He laid on the delicate pads and briefly he felt that he was the most joyful man in the entire world.

He then took the opportunity to look up at the ceiling. He could not comprehend what he saw. What he saw instantly took away his joy. An exceptionally sharp blade was hanging above him with its shining sharp point practically contacting his head.

One horsehair was all that held the sharp sword in place. What if the hair fell out? It indicates that there was imminent danger. Dhame's lips immediately lost their smile.

His hands trembled and his face became ashy pale. He no longer needed to be a king for food, power, or pleasure. He needed no more food; He was unable to consume royal food or drink any more royal juice; He also no longer found pleasure in the poems.

All He yearned for was to be out of the castle and go far away unequivocally; He didn't care where. What is wrong?" "asked the dictatorial king. That sword! That weapon!" Dhame screamed

He stood up because he was so terrified that he dared not move because it seemed like his legs could not support his body weight.

Muriidi said, "Yes." I am completely aware that there is a sword above your head, and that it may come crashing down at any time. But why should that even cause you concern? I constantly wear a sword over my head and live in constant fear that something will happen that will cause me to die. "Let me go," Dhame said.

I now realize that I am wrong and that the wealthy and powerful are not as content as they appear to be.Let me immediately return to my mountain cottage. After that, he left, and for as long as he lived, he never wanted to join the king again.