think it becomes pretty plain to most of us, by the
time we reach years of discretion, what we can do
and what we cannot. I don’t mean that life
ought to be lived in blank selfishness, without reference
to anyone else. Most of us can’t do that,
anyhow—it requires extraordinary concentration
of will. But I think that our lives ought to be
intensive—that is to say, I don’t
think we ought to concern ourselves with getting rid
of our deficiencies, so much as by concentrating and
emphasizing our powers and faculties. We ought
all of us to have a certain circle in mind—I
believe very much in
circles. We are very
much limited, and our power of affecting people for
good and evil is very small; our chance of helping
is small. The moment we try to extend our circle
very much, to widen our influence, we become like
a juggler who keeps a dozen plates spinning all at
once—it is mere legerdemain. But we
most of us live really with about a score of people.
We can’t choose our circle altogether, and there
are generally certain persons in it whom we should
wish away. I think we ought to devote ourselves
to our work, whatever it is, and outside of that to
getting a real, intimate, and vital understanding with
the people round us. That is a problem which
is amply big enough for most of us. Then I think
we ought to go seriously to work, not arguing or finding
fault, not pushing or shoving people about, but just
living on the finest lines we can. The only real
chance of converting other people to our principles
or own ideas, is to live in such a way that it is obvious
that our ideas bring us real and vital happiness.
You may depend upon it, that is the only way to live—the
positive way. We simply must not quarrel
with our associates: we must be patient and sympathetic
and imaginative.”
“But are there no exceptions?” said I.
“I have heard you say that a man must be prepared
to lose friends on occasions.”
“Yes,” said Father Payne, “the circle
shifts and changes a little, no doubt. I admit
that it becomes clear occasionally that you cannot
live with a particular person. But if you have
alienated him or her by your censoriousness and your
want of sympathy, you have to be ashamed of yourself.
If it is the other way, and you are being tyrannised
over, deflected, hindered, then it may be necessary
to break away—though, mind you, I think
it is finer still if you do not break away. But
you must have your liberty, and I don’t believe
in sacrificing that, because then you live an unreal
life—and, whatever happens, you must not
do that.”
“But what is to be done when people are tied
up by relationships, and can’t get away?”
said I.
“Yes, there are such cases,” said Father
Payne; “I don’t deny it. If there
is really no escape possible, then you must tackle
it, and make the finest thing you can out of the situation.
Fulness of life, that is what we must aim at.
Of course people are hemmed in in other ways too—by
health, poverty, circumstances of various kinds.
But, however small your saucepan is, it ought to be
on the boil.”