What a rare and sweet pleasure it is to be praised.
When yours is a name of victory in all tongues.
When every move you make is mirrored in those who follow so closely in your footsteps that their own feet become strangers to their shoes.
When you have conquered all the world and yourself twice over.

What a unique feeling it is to know that you are loved.
When you have the freedom to take all the missed steps on the road of roads with no fear of persecution.
When you have hands to hold that never harbour thoughts of letting you go.
When you are kissed on the cheek before the waters of the day have licked you clean.
When the stars in the eyes of others are constellations of you.

But rarest of beauties is when someone in you wholeheartedly believes.
Without a glimmer of doubt in their unwavering smiles.
Or a weakness in voice when proudly proclaiming your name.

What a rare, sweet and unique pleasure it is to be wholeheartedly believed in, and he who holds the belief of even a single soul should consider his wealth second only to that of a god.