Siddhartha now knew how the people outside the palace lived. Beggars lined the streets begging for, food. Hungry children. Dressed in rags roamed the streets. The old sick and, poor people waited for a lonely death. At the same time the rich,, Lived in fine houses without caring about how the poor lived.
Siddhartha asked himself, "What hope is there for these people?Even the rich will suffer from old age sickness and, death. Everyone born into this world will suffer. Their suffering. Begins right at birth. I must find a way to help them. "
On their last visit outside, the palace the prince and Channa rode. Their horses out through the West Gate. They passed by a holy man in ragged robes. Seeing how quiet and peaceful, he was. The prince asked, "Who is that?"
Channa explained to him," He is a wandering holy man. He has left his home and left behind fame and riches. He leads. A simple life and is at peace with himself. He hopes to find the truth and overcome the suffering that troubles the world. "
Siddhartha smiled. "I shall become like him."
Suddenly a messenger, from the palace caught up with them, and shouted"A son has been born to the prince!" Siddhartha was happy about his son but now, it would be harder for him to fulfill. His wish to become a wandering holy man. He named his son Rahula.
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