Once upon a time..
jest·er (jěs'tər) Pronunciation Key 
n.
There once lived a jester in a faraway land. Everybody loved the jester. Not only did he made the King laugh, he always entertained the villagers, the old folks, and even the little children. He loved the people, and the people, well, they 'loved' him. The jester would always hand out goodies to the poor, and whatever little that he had, he gave generously to those who needed it. But as one's nature as a jester, the people always saw him as what he was, a fool or buffoon. He was always there to make people laugh. To make their day. He played silly tricks, and made himself looked silly whenever he saw a gloomy face around. He was, indeed a fool or buffoon, given to jesting at the medieval courts.
The jester had a dad, though. A rich and powerful dad, actually. And the father loved his son tremendously. He wanted to shower all his riches and wealth upon his son. He just wanted to love him more everyday, to see him grow into a good, useful man.
But he had a problem.
The jester didn't want all that. Truth is, the jester was just happy having the people 'loving' him. He didn't need his father's love. He didn't need all the riches and blessings his dad had to offer him. For you see, all this time, the jester thought, that as long as the people loved him, he was just fine doing without dad. So time went on, and his dad tried ever so hard to reach him, but to no avail.
One fine day, the jester became seriously ill. It was a disease that had spread throughout his body, and it was slowly eating him from inside. The jester became sad. He needed help. He needed comfort. So he turned desperately to the villagers for care, and support. But sadly, everytime he tried telling a person about his illness, nobody cared. Nobody wanted to listen. For you see, it was hard for people to take him seriously. He was, a jester after all. He wasn't supposed to have all these. He was supposed to be happy-go-lucky. Problem-free to make people happy. Who would take a person wearing dangling bells and clown shoes, white make-up with a red silly grin painted on his lips and a red big nose seriously? And the jester, oh the jester couldn't appear without his make up and costume. Nobody would recognise him without it.
So everyday, with a body deteriorating, the jester had no choice but to put on his costume and make up, go into town and entertain the king and the people. Nobody knew the misery and torture he was going through. The people still 'loved' him. They still laughed and though how silly was he.
Till one night, when the jester's health was close to fatal, and when he had given up all hope, his father came by his bed, held his hand and said " Son, it's me."
The jester, weak as he may be tried resisting the father.
Suddenly, the father took out a piece of clothe, wetted it, and started to wipe off his son's make up slowly. Out came the painted smile. Out came the red nose. Out came the painted sparkly eyes. Till what was left, was his son as he had loved him all along.
The jester started to break down and cry.
The father, with loving eyes, said " Son, though nobody knew, though nobody cared, I knew it all along. I knew how you felt. I was there all along."
With tears strolling down his cheeks, the jester nodded and finally understood. For you see, he had been trying to find recognition and love from other people. And he had became devastated when everybody just received, but did not give back. But now, no longer would he need to depend on other people for security and identity. For his father, had been there for him all the while.
Quickly, the father summoned the best doctors in town, and in no time, the jester was up on his feet again, going around his daily routine of entertaining the town folks and little children. Nobody ever knew what the jester went through, but it doesn't matter, because now, the jester had found his one true love and peace, and he, saw him through the smiley grins, and the big red nose.
The end.
Ja.
n.
- One given to jesting.
- A fool or buffoon at medieval courts.
There once lived a jester in a faraway land. Everybody loved the jester. Not only did he made the King laugh, he always entertained the villagers, the old folks, and even the little children. He loved the people, and the people, well, they 'loved' him. The jester would always hand out goodies to the poor, and whatever little that he had, he gave generously to those who needed it. But as one's nature as a jester, the people always saw him as what he was, a fool or buffoon. He was always there to make people laugh. To make their day. He played silly tricks, and made himself looked silly whenever he saw a gloomy face around. He was, indeed a fool or buffoon, given to jesting at the medieval courts.
The jester had a dad, though. A rich and powerful dad, actually. And the father loved his son tremendously. He wanted to shower all his riches and wealth upon his son. He just wanted to love him more everyday, to see him grow into a good, useful man.
But he had a problem.
The jester didn't want all that. Truth is, the jester was just happy having the people 'loving' him. He didn't need his father's love. He didn't need all the riches and blessings his dad had to offer him. For you see, all this time, the jester thought, that as long as the people loved him, he was just fine doing without dad. So time went on, and his dad tried ever so hard to reach him, but to no avail.
One fine day, the jester became seriously ill. It was a disease that had spread throughout his body, and it was slowly eating him from inside. The jester became sad. He needed help. He needed comfort. So he turned desperately to the villagers for care, and support. But sadly, everytime he tried telling a person about his illness, nobody cared. Nobody wanted to listen. For you see, it was hard for people to take him seriously. He was, a jester after all. He wasn't supposed to have all these. He was supposed to be happy-go-lucky. Problem-free to make people happy. Who would take a person wearing dangling bells and clown shoes, white make-up with a red silly grin painted on his lips and a red big nose seriously? And the jester, oh the jester couldn't appear without his make up and costume. Nobody would recognise him without it.
So everyday, with a body deteriorating, the jester had no choice but to put on his costume and make up, go into town and entertain the king and the people. Nobody knew the misery and torture he was going through. The people still 'loved' him. They still laughed and though how silly was he.
Till one night, when the jester's health was close to fatal, and when he had given up all hope, his father came by his bed, held his hand and said " Son, it's me."
The jester, weak as he may be tried resisting the father.
Suddenly, the father took out a piece of clothe, wetted it, and started to wipe off his son's make up slowly. Out came the painted smile. Out came the red nose. Out came the painted sparkly eyes. Till what was left, was his son as he had loved him all along.
The jester started to break down and cry.
The father, with loving eyes, said " Son, though nobody knew, though nobody cared, I knew it all along. I knew how you felt. I was there all along."
With tears strolling down his cheeks, the jester nodded and finally understood. For you see, he had been trying to find recognition and love from other people. And he had became devastated when everybody just received, but did not give back. But now, no longer would he need to depend on other people for security and identity. For his father, had been there for him all the while.
Quickly, the father summoned the best doctors in town, and in no time, the jester was up on his feet again, going around his daily routine of entertaining the town folks and little children. Nobody ever knew what the jester went through, but it doesn't matter, because now, the jester had found his one true love and peace, and he, saw him through the smiley grins, and the big red nose.
The end.
Ja.
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