Once there was a painter who was working on his life work.
He put quite a lot of effort in painting his life as good as possible.
One day, a little girl crossed his path and he took care of her. He loved her with all of his heart. So he took a pauze in painting. He enjoyed the little girls company. Her enthousiasm, her joy, her youthfull innocence… He tried to teach the little girl how to paint herself.
After five years, the litlle girl left his house. So the painter decided it was time to continue with painting his life. When he went to his piece of art, he noticed the little girl had drawn some black lines on his painting.
His painting would never again be the same. It would never be what he intended it to be. The little girl left her marks… Now the painter had a choice:
1. He could spent the rest of his life being angry at the little girl. In this case the painter would forget about his own work, his own strengths and live on with hatred.
2. He could try to erase all the marks of the little girl. This way the painter would for the rest of his life put huge efforts on something that would never disappear anyway. He would focus on the little girls marks in stead of the beauty of the rest of his work.
3. He could use the marks and try to create a beautiful paining anyway. Hopefully, the painter sees that the little girl was part of his life and has left irremovable markings. These markings are now part of his work. But maybe, just maybe, the painter could incorperate these marks in the final masterpiece of art he was trying to make from the start. The marks left by the little girl have become part of his masterpiece…
Thank you little girl, for leaving your marks in my life. We had a wonderful time together but now, it is time to move on. It is time for me to start painting again. I hope that one day you will be able to paint your own masterpiece as well in stead of leaving marks in other people’s paintings…
May 13, 2009 at 5:32 pm |
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