A tale by Edward Bach
It is as simple as this, the Story of Life
A small child has decided to paint the picture of a house in time for her mother’s birthday. In her little mind the house is already painted; she knows what it is to be like down to the very smallest detail, there remains only to put it on paper.
Out comes the paint-box, the brush and the paint-rag, and full of enthusiasm and happiness she sets to work. Her whole attention and interest is centred on what she is doing - nothing can distract her from the work in hand.
The picture is finished in time for the birthday. To the very best of her ability she has put her idea of a house into form. It is a work of art because it is all her very own, every stroke done out of love for her mother, every window, every door painted in with the conviction that it is meant to be there. Even if it looks like a haystack, it is the most perfect house that has ever been painted: it is a success because the little artist has put her whole heart and soul, her whole being into the doing of it.
This is health, this is success and happiness and true service. Serving through love in perfect freedom in our own way.
So we come down into this world, knowing what picture we have to paint, having already mapped out of our path through life, and all that remains for us to do is to put it into material form. We pass along full of joy and interest, concentrating all our attention upon the perfecting of that picture, and to the very best of our ability translating our own thoughts and aims into the physical life of whatever environment we have chosen.
Then, if we follow from start to finish our very own ideals, our very own desires with all the strength we possess, there is no failure, our life has been a tremendous success, a healthy and a happy one.
The same little story of the child-painter will illustrate how, if we allow them, the difficulties of life may interfere with this success and happiness and health, and deter us from our purpose.
The child is busily and happily painting when someone comes along and says, “Why not put a window here, and a door there; and of course the garden path should go this way.” The result in the child will be complete loss of interest in the work; she may go on, but is now only putting someone else’s ideas on paper: she may become cross, irritated, unhappy, afraid to refuse these suggestions; begin to hate the picture and perhaps tear it up: in fact, according to the type of child so will be the reaction.
The final picture may be a recognisable house, but it is an imperfect one and a failure because it is the interpretation of another’s thoughts, not the child’s. It is of no use as a birthday present because it may not be done in time, and the mother may have to wait another whole year for her gift.
This is disease, the reaction to interference. This is temporary failure and unhappiness: and this occurs when we allow others to interfere with our purpose in life, and implant in our minds doubt, or fear, or indifference.