A painter concerned some criticisms of his paintings even if many people showed their thumbs up to appreciate his artwork. Some people said he was good painter. Others said he was poor in paintings. He felt he failed to realize his dream to please or satisfy everyone.

He heard a bird chirping beautifully.

“Bird, you must be a great singer. All people love your voice,” said the painter to the bird.

In the night, in his bed time, the painter had a dream. He became a bird and he was chirping and tweeting beautifully. He was great entertainer because almost all people enjoyed his voice.

“Wow, it’s beautiful bird. Catch it! Put it in the cage!”

“It has beautiful voice and it must be mine.”

Some people were not satisfied enough to see a free bird; they wanted to possessed it.

Then, the bird alias the painter flied, escaping from them and he stopped at a garden.

He thought it was safe place for him but he was wrong. A kid threw stones into him again and again.

“I don’t like you, disgusting animal. You’re shitting everywhere.” The kid attacked the bird with the stones and the bird flied again, leaving the garden.

The painter thought he could please all people by being a bird but he was wrong. In sadness due to his failure to make all people happy, he flied to the sky to meet the Sun.

“Sun, you warm all creatures in this earth. You give good service. You satisfy all people. Nobody criticize you. I want to be you,” said the painter.

Miracle happened. The painter became greater and greater. Then, he was shinning. He became the sun. He was happy because he warmed every creature under him. In the morning, people welcomed him with smile. He felt he had done perfect work.

At noon, he saw three people walking on the street.

“I hate this day. It’s too hot.”

“I should use sunscreen to protect my skin. I don’t want sunlight burning my skin.”

The painter alias the sun heard their complaint. He was not satisfied with his work because he still found complaint. His work was not perfect because there were people who disliked his performance.

Then, came the rain and he saw some people happily welcomed the rain.

“Rain refreshes them. Rain waters the plants.  I want to be the rain.”

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Then, the painter became the rain. He watered the dry land. Farmers welcomed him with smile of joy. In the middle of dry land, some movie crews, actors, actresses and director rushed to the hut.

“Rain, why do you fall now? You cancel my shooting schedule!” Movie director shouted.

“Rain, you make this tools wet,” one of the crew complained.

The rain alias the painter also heard complained of others and he felt guilty. He could not satisfy all people notwithstanding how great he was.

Then, he became a painter again. Sun said to him, “You can perform the best work you can do. You can try to do something good to all people but nobody can please all people. Nobody can satisfy all people because nobody’s perfect or people’s point of view is unique. As the Sun, I listen to people’s dissatisfaction about my work but I cannot do their entire request.”

Everything became blurring and the painter opened his eyes. He woke up in the morning with gratitude.

The painter kept painting better and better without fear and frustration of other people’s rejection. Nobody can please everyone.