There was a King called Shuddhodana Guatama in India, his queen was called Maya. They had no children for twenty years, but, one night they had a strange dream of a white elephant entering her womb by the right side of her chest, Queen Maya became pregnant. Queen Maya then returned to her home to give birth according to their custom. She was resting in Lumbini Garden when she reached out her arm to pluck an Ashoka blossom when the prince was born, that day was 8th of April. The prince was named Siddhartha, which means, "every wish is fulfilled."
Days later, Queen Maya died and her sister, Mahaprajati, became the child's foster mother. Four fortune tellers came to the palace and three of them said that the prince would rule over the whole world or become a Buddha, the Savior of the world, only one of them said that the prince would become a Buddha.
When the prince was seven, he saw a bird carrying off a worm to eat and thought to himself, "Alas! Do all living creatures kill each other?" During his lessons, the prince would tend to think towards these forms and not pay attention to his teacher. The king grew worried, and married him to princess Yashodhara. However, somehow, he always turned his mind back to the problem of suffering as he tried to understand the true meaning of human life.
On his 29th birthday
when his first son, Rahula was born, he made up his mind to leave the palace
and go in search of enlightenment. He shaved his head and carried a begging
bowl in his hands walking to the south. The prince first visited the hermit
Bhagava and watched his ascetic pratices and went to Arada Kalama and Udraka
Ramaputra to learn their way of attaining Nirvana, after some time, he realized
that the practices will not lead him to Enlightenment. Finally he went and practiced
asceticism. His methods were intense but he still could not realise his goal
and gave up. His five companions that followed saw him gaving up then left him.
He pondered and thought
with all the devils luring him to worldly pleasures. He however slowly examined them one by one and rejected them one by one. This hard struggle made his blood ran thin, his flesh fall off and his bone crack. Finally, on December the 8th when he was 35 years old. For the next forty five years, he went around preaching, and gathering devotees, finally, at the age of 80th at Vaisali, on his way to Rajasgriha to Shravati, he became ill and predicted that he would enter Nirvana in 3 months. At Pava, he became critically ill after eating some food offered by the blacksmith, Chunda. Then, he moved on to the forest that bordered Kusinagara. There, he lay between 2 sala trees and continued his teachings until his last moment. Thus he entered into prefect tranquility after he had completed his work as the greatest of the world's teachers and the kindest of all men.