"An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it 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 house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
[Image]After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.”
The old woman smiled, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.” [Image]
[Image]Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them."
I'm having a slow time... so today I just wanted to share this beautiful story that I found on Tommaso's blog.
"Cracked Pots"
3 Comments -
Lubos has an image of a "cracked pot" that one might consider to grace this lovely post?
Some are not so fluent with understanding the "greater implications" of such stories.
An "expert=perfect pot" or a layman who treads the path very slowly, because s/he has to take in all the signs, "the flowers" left along the way.
"Ideas" planted, are like that.
8:36 AM, December 29, 2006
Fix the crack. Anybody who merrily carries the flaw arrives home unbalanced.
11:29 AM, December 29, 2006
yes
5:34 PM, February 06, 2008