Paintbrush – The Consequence Of Cupidity
A long ago, there was a sympathetic artist who believed in the merriness of others. His art pieces were fabulous. He even marketed them in low prices. The art pieces were sold very swiftly.
One day, he carried the materials needed for painting and went on a walk to have a glimpse on nature to portray it.
He was now tired of walking. So while walking, he dribbled something. When he saw near his sneakers, he saw a paint brush. Very lazily, he said to himself, “oh no, I think I’ve fallen my brush. Let me pick it up.” And he lifted the paintbrush.
Subsequently, he had finally philosophied a portrayal. He sat on a bench to portray it.
The first brush he picked to start painting was the on which he had dribbled earlier. He had first drawn a butterfly. When he had concluded painting a butterfly, the butterfly had sprang to life. The artist was flabbergasted. He ran to his house and thought that it was just a reverie. To ratify, he illustrated a duck on a white paper.
Even the duck sprang to life jumping out of the portrayal. He felt cherophobia.
At first, he donated the needs of the destitute people by drawing the things that they really needed.
But, after some months, he painted megabucks of money and assumed that like the butterfly and duck, the money will be transformed from the illustration to real one.
But, it happened totally opposite of his philosophy. A strange voice said, “this paintbrush was gifted to you by the God for he was really impressed by your sympathy and fabulous artworks. He actually wanted to know what will you do when you get this paintbrush. This was your test and now, you are disqualified.”
Subsequently, the paintbrush got vanished and all his money went inside the portrayal. The artist got a great lesson that day.
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