After all, a king can only do what previous kings have done. So I started thinking about what it meant to be wise or reckless or foolish.
Oh, I know, "Wisdom is better than foolishness, just as light is better than darkness.
The wise can see where they are going, and fools cannot." But I also know that the same fate is waiting for us all.
I thought to myself, "What happens to fools is going to happen to me, too. So what have I gained from being so wise?" "Nothing," I answered, "not a thing."
No one remembers the wise, and no one remembers fools. In days to come, we will all be forgotten. We must all die - wise and foolish alike.
So life came to mean nothing to me, because everything in it had brought me nothing but trouble. It had all been useless; I had been chasing the wind.