Robert Bruce
It was just after noon in a deep forest on the Scottish border. It was pitch dark all around. A ferocious hyena called out from somewhere nearby. The dry stalks trampled and ran to the corner. Jhi Jhi Paeka is calling one after another. Moreover, there is no sound anywhere else. There is no sign of a man within ten or twelve miles. All around is a huge forest and pitch black darkness. The forest is trembling with fear of death at every moment.
A middle-aged man is lying alone in the deepest darkness in a lonely, horrible forest. Jaidhar's clothes have been torn in the body. There are a thousand holes in the armor. Signs of numerous injuries on the hands, feet and face. There is blood dripping from their corners. There is still a thin stream of blood coming down from the corner. The man is exhausted from the constant bleeding. He is lying on the damp floor with his tired head on his left arm and his eyes closed. Chest is bursting with impossible thirst. But the hope of water in a completely empty human space is nothing but misery. So without looking for water, the man lay down and quietly waited for death.
One by one he began to remember the 17 years of his life. King Edward II of England conspired to overthrow him. Then day after day, year after year, he has gathered troops by roaming the forest. Then he rushed to the throne with a lot of hope and enthusiasm but failed miserably every time. The villagers, the peasant tenants have kindly sent him food. That is why he has saved his life by eating. The whereabouts of the wife and son family have not been known to them for a long time. Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought of the youngest girl. Ever since he was born, he has left his relatives at home, not knowing how to spend their days in disrespect and neglect, maybe not even surviving. Maybe they fled to the kingdom of Vine to escape the humiliation. God knows if we will ever meet again in life!
Thinking about the past, he fell asleep with unbearable hunger and fatigue. Suddenly one day he was woken up by the sharp sting of a wild ant and by that time he was surrounded by thousands of ants. He is being bitten indiscriminately, but his body does not have enough strength to chase away the ants. Tears came to her eyes in intense pain. After all this time, he thought, there is no point in living like this. In this way, it is better to die in the forest than to endure inhuman hardships. When he has not been able to do so, it will not be possible for him to regain the throne of Scotland in this life. But by surrendering to the enemy, he is not willing to live in the power of a coward by silently digesting the intense ridicule, humiliation and insults of the countrymen. Therefore, suicide is the only way to get rid of all the pain.
Robert Bruce is thinking deeply and staring absentmindedly at the cave wall. He came into the cave with a broken crack and died at the end of the day. In that dim spot Robert Bruce saw a sixth spider trying to make a net on the wall. The spider was repeatedly failing to weave nets on the slippery stone walls of the cave. After making some nets, all of a sudden, everything is torn and hung. The spider does not stop at all and starts again. Leave again, leave again. Banerjee's work starts again with a new initiative, there is no break, there is no deception in his work.
Robert Bruce stared intently. When distracted, hunger, thirst and wound irritation will decrease at least a little. He stretched his tired gaze as far as he could to see the spider's web. The whole afternoon passed. The spider has failed at least a hundred times, but has not given up. Seeing his perseverance, he got a smile even with so much sorrow. He thought that in my opinion the poor woman was running after false hopes, he was a little sad to understand her.
He fell asleep in a daze, it was evening when he woke up. A huge piece of Chad has risen in the sky of the forest. A handful of moons have fallen through the narrow cracks in the walls of the cave. On the wall. In that dim spot, Robert Bruce saw a huge spider's web attached to the wall of the cave, and in the middle of it sat silently the sixth spider according to the point.
Robert Bruce stared at the spider's web for a long time.
That's it! Atatuku is an insect, almost invisible, how strong his mind is. Hundreds of times throughout the day failed but still left. In the end, he left the net. How happy she is now, how satisfied.
No, if I have to die, I will die on the battlefield. In this way, according to the coward, I will not die hiding in the corner of the dark cave. With the rest of his body, Robert Bruce stood up in the corner. You have to win, don't lose to a tiny spider. Whenever he can, he will continue to try, trivializing failure and despair — until he regains his kingdom. If necessary, he will continue to fight to the death. The next day, Robert Bruce came out of the cave in the morning, thinking of his new energy, new strength in his body. Slowly but firmly moving forward, we have to live in the forest side of the settlement, we have to collect troops, we have to fight.
Robert Bruce the Great won the battle that time. The absolute teaching given by that sixth spider but he did not forget for a single day in his whole life.
You learn a lot from those who have failed as from those who have succeeded. -Michael Johonson
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