A water bearer in India had two large pots, each 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 masterтАЩs 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 masterтАЩs 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.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. тАЬI am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you. тАЬWhy?тАЭ asked the bearer. тАЬWhat are you ashamed of?тАЭ тАЬI 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 masterтАЩs house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you donтАЩt get full value from your efforts,тАЭ the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion, he said, тАЬAs we return to the masterтАЩs house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.тАЭ 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 somewhat. 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, тАЬDid you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other potтАЩs side? ThatтАЩs 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, youтАЩve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my masterтАЩs table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.тАЭ
Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. WeтАЩre all cracked pots. In this world, nothing goes to waste. You may think like the cracked pot that you are inefficient or useless in certain areas of your life, but somehow these flaws can turn out to be a blessing in disguise.
For a full two years, this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his masterтАЩs 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.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. тАЬI am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you. тАЬWhy?тАЭ asked the bearer. тАЬWhat are you ashamed of?тАЭ тАЬI 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 masterтАЩs house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you donтАЩt get full value from your efforts,тАЭ the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion, he said, тАЬAs we return to the masterтАЩs house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.тАЭ 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 somewhat. 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, тАЬDid you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other potтАЩs side? ThatтАЩs 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, youтАЩve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my masterтАЩs table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.тАЭ
Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. WeтАЩre all cracked pots. In this world, nothing goes to waste. You may think like the cracked pot that you are inefficient or useless in certain areas of your life, but somehow these flaws can turn out to be a blessing in disguise.
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