For Alzheimer's disease
A venerable and wise old woman many years ago told me:
"My child, let's not lose the King," and she pointed to the point of the mind with her index finger.
Once upon a time, there lived a great King in a magnificent palace, the like of which was not to be found in all the earth. He had a large army, worthy generals, great courtiers, and many servants.
Every now and then he would accomplish great things in his kingdom and was a model of wisdom and bravery for many years to all peoples.
Everyone admired his achievements and achievements in the ambitious goals he set and always achieved them with great success. He was a logical King, he had eloquence in his speech and every now and then they gave him gifts and praise for his knowledge, his ethics and his determination.
His fame had conquered almost the entire earth, as everyone recognized his knowledge, his prominent personality, and the wealth of his majesty.
The King was always happy, optimistic, robust, and everything indicated that nothing would overshadow the brilliance of his glory.
But as the years passed, his memory slowly began to blur. He could not remember the faces of his generals, his courtiers, and his servants.
For whole nights, he tried to remember one by one his generals, who he had had throughout his years in every battle, in every expedition and who were so loyal to him as well as familiar, but... In vain... It was as if some invisible fog had surrounded his memory.
It was she who didn't allow him to remember anything or anyone.
The generals, soldiers, and courtiers slowly began to leave, leaving only a few servants, unable to see the King in this dire situation.
So the few servants he had left did everything they could to ensure that their King would not lack anything. But as time passed, they began to tire... Now the King was alone and vulnerable to the dangerous attacks of the various conquerors...
The sadness and loneliness in his Kingdom were becoming more unbearable, after all, he had no other choice.
One evening, he made the decision to leave the big door of his own palace alone. He traveled to places unknown to him, thinking he was meeting them for the first time, even though they were once acquaintances.
The King was troubled, but he continued to travel. He had left his palace completely unprotected. On his way, many courtiers who had once been with him felt sorry for him, seeing him lost in his own lands. They tried to encourage him to return to his palace, but it was impossible!
The King.. Had.. Lost…
The people, the voices, everything was new to him. Wherever he walked, this cursed fog always stopped him. It had wrapped him in its invisible cloak and made him its own. Together they now traveled day and night without counting time. Time was nonexistent for the King.
A famous King who had ruled his Kingdom for many years, was now pitiful. This immense void came unexpectedly at some point in his life. Although he had been tired of the relentless fog, he had no other choices, no other powers.
She was left to her lust without destinations, in the land of never..
Every now and then he looked into the unknown, desperately seeking to discover what he was missing.
A golden key to unlock the inaccessible door of the vault once and for all, lest he remember who he was. But the vault was always there like some vicious and immovable monster, not allowing him to think about who he was and now dominated his life.
At times in his non-existent thought, he thought that he had once been a ruler! That's all.. From there on, fog again.. Haze again..
Time became a prison. There was no way back. The gray veil of fog continued to suffocate the King.
This is what he walked with for the rest of his life.. Besides, there were no other options..
Forgotten in arid and sunless places, without joy, without optimism for life, he was left in the vortex of his suffering.
Perhaps, someday capable advisors will be found, completely preventing the misty invasions of every King.
"Because if the King is lost, the whole Kingdom is lost."
The only thing his family wished for was that he would someday travel to the land of light! Beyond the gray nightmare.
In the land of memories.
In the land of former glory.
In the land of joy and happiness where there is no gray but only clear skies with colors.
In the country where no one can deprive him of his consciousness, his name and his brilliance….
photo Alexandra_Koch, https://pixabay.com
