parable of the emperor's new clothes

There once lived an emperor who cared about his outer appearance more than anything else. One day he was visited by the "two best tailors in the world" who promised him the finest piece of fabric the land has ever seen. Enticed by this promise, the emperor was blinded into believing them, and hired them immediately.



Each day the emperor observed the tailors' progress. At first he was slightly skeptical, as nothing could be seen at all. The tailors assured the emperor that the suit was made up of the most sought-after fabric, and that it can only be seen by the the enlightened and by the wise. Not wanting to look like a fool, the emperor agreed that the suit was becoming to take shape, and was marvelous in fact.

When the suit was complete, the tailors delicately put it on for the emperor to wear. Looking at the mirror, the emperor couldn't hide his delight, at his exquisite stunning new clothes. He paid the tailors handsomely, and they left. The emperor then decided to parade his latest wardrobe collection to his subjects.

As he marched along with his procession, "oohs and ahhs" could have been heard from the crowd. Not until a child cried "he's not wearing anything!", that the people realised the truth.


I think most of us are alike to the emperor in so many ways..

vain..
narcissistic..
egoistical..
neurotic..

we can't hide them, even behind our finest branded new clothes..

and above all, we may feel we know everything. However, we ought not to believe so; because sometimes, someone, even a child, may know something more than you.