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Siddhartha and the world. In a far off land there is a story that’s takes place just right by the river and in this story there is a boy. This boy had a kite and his name was Siddhartha. He like to play next to the river. He had much stuff. He lived in a great home with many shiny things.
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In a far off land there is a story that’s takes place just right by the river and in this story there is a boy.
This boy had a kite and his name was Siddhartha. He like to play next to the river.
He had much stuff. He lived in a great home with many shiny things.
One day he wanted to play some were else. He wanted to give up all his home to live and play with his kite in the forest.
He ask his father one day and after some time he let his son and his kite go. His dad was sad.
He made his way to the forest and he found other kids there with kites too.
He played with them and their kites for many day. He didn’t eat for many days.
He found a place and his kite wanted to go play more but he didn’t want to.
A another kid said he would play with the kite and they went different ways.He went into the city.
In the city he found much to eat and drink and even a girl to play with.
Many days went by and he had fun but he became very fat and bored of his knew friend.
One day he became so fat that he roled down a big hill he was playing on.
He rolled right into a stream which carried him down the stream.
But in this stream he found a friend and he brought him to land.
Then it turned in to an old man and he was a cold and yellow as the river.
He ask the man why did he help him and the men said I didn’t help you your help your self. I only could help you if you rolled into the river. You are fat now you must play till you find your true self.
Siddhartha ask why were you in the stream. The kite answered I was left to set next to the river. I fell into the stream.
The kite said thanks for helping me you are a kind kid what is your name. its Siddhartha.
Kite was surprised. You don’t look like when I left you. I changed ever things changes. Like the river it changes so may we.
Siddhartha picked some sand up and a rock. He asked the kite, “Isn’t this sand and isn’t this a rock? The sand was the rock before it was sand. Everything changes and doesn’t stay the same. sand