nature of identity

A child, as soon as he was old enough to hold a pencil, astonished his parents by his drawing skills. None in the family was known to have any connection with art.
‘May be it is all from my great grandfather who was a carpenter.’ insisted the mother as the child began showing great promise. His lines were so perfect that some rich folks in that village undertook to send him to an Art School.

Soon after graduation disaster struck. His good hand, he was a left hander, showed signs of withering. “ An incipient bone disease,” declared the specialist and added, ” it will strike all over, only a matter of time.” The young artist made his right hand take over. It was not easy but it served him as good as his left hand. To his surprise he found that his style was still the same. Years passed by. It became apparent that his feet now were as useless as his hands. He tried for a time to draw with pencil clenched to his teeth and his style as he could see was same as before. In the end he began teaching another his art. When he realized that he was as good as he, he said that he was through with drawing. He said that he was happy because he had found some one whom he could teach; “ he would continue exactly from where I stopped.”
When told that the style of his pupil was totally different, he replied calmly, ” I did not say that he will take me over but my drawing skills.”

An Unique style
Uniqueness of each is demonstrated in the manner each places his or her emphases in life. One may draw heavily on lives of others but in each case time and place dictates certain adjustments in order to achieve one’s desired results. How one naturally set sight on what is truth also must give its own uniqueness to a life.

benny