Imperfections
Imperfections--- To my spiritual Crackpots
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 walks from the stream to the
house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman
bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course , the perfect pot was proud of its
accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own
imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of
what it had been made to do.
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.'
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.
SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and
remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
Con carino,
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 walks from the stream to the
house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman
bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course , the perfect pot was proud of its
accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own
imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of
what it had been made to do.
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.'
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.
SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and
remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
Con carino,
