A Story For Anyone Who’s Not Quite Perfect
A water bearer in India had two large pots, one hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house. The cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master’s house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. ………………
Lest i forget, i’ll be MIA for some hours…will be back here this evening say 9pm Nigerian time…av been heavily criticized for not giving reasons for being offline and not taking this blog serious…Am sorry my wonderful dear readers, will try as much as possible to carry you all along…..click read more below to continue the story.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.
“I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”
Why?” asked the bearer.
“What are you ashamed of?”
“I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house.
Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.
But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side?
That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”
We all have our own unique flaws – Great! That makes us all a cracked pots. But as the above story said, it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. Imagine if all your friends are perfect – that would be terribly boring. We have just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.
Hoping everything will be perfect is an insane way to live. There is nothing perfect in this world, and continually trying to attain perfection leads to so many problems. I never quite feel that everything is OK, and I think that stems from my unreal perception of how the world should be
There is a lot of good out there, there is a lot of good in us! We just have to remember to appreciate all the different people in our life.
So, to all the CRACKED POTS in my life – THANK YOU. You have made my life more interesting and exciting. You all know who you are, i dont need to call your name…. ***kisses and hugzzz***