Compare And Contrast Sidhartha And Siddhartha - 1025 Words

You go outside on a beautiful sunny day, its gorgeous outside in the daylight you’re enjoying yourself often playing on your own wandering around and you are completely aware of your surroundings. Suddenly it turns pitch black, its nighttime. You’re lost and frightened, completely alone you stumble not completely sure what you are doing. Without the help of a few travelers and your own â€Å"gut† decisions, youre able to make your way back into the light. Like a weight has lifted off of your shoulders and you are freed. Similarly with the story of Siddhartha, by Hermann Hesse, which tells the tale of a young man, Siddhartha, a respected son of a Brahmin who breaks away from traditional way of Ancient India on a journey to find inner peace†¦show more content†¦Hesse personifies the river creating it into a character of its own which also guides Siddhartha down his final steps to salvation. Vasudeva, the ferryman, who sails his ferry across this river is k nown to be an enlightened character he is apart of the river who also guides Siddhartha to find himself and to learn from his travelings that it is one’s own discoveries and travels that influence the mind, soul, and body to become one and at peace to achieve Nirvana, an overall inner and exterior peace. Comparing the River and the Village of Desires is like comparing peanut butter and jelly, separately they have no relations but when you combine them they create something magnificent and something many can relate to. The village, for example, represents a distraction for Siddhartha. This distraction prevents Siddhartha from focusing on his enlightenment journey but also he eventually comes to a realization which helps guide him on the right path again, He had finished with that. That also died in him. He rose, said farewell to the mango tree and the pleasure garden. As he had not had any food that day he felt extremely hungry, and thought of his house in town, of his room an d bed, of the table with food. He smiled wearily, shook his head and said goodbye to these things (68). Siddhartha finally leaves the city, leaving lonely and empty with no wealth, nor lover or any belongings where he realizes he hates the