I am a cracked pot!
This is a familiar story but one that bears repeating. At least for me! But judging from my conversations with lovely friends — seems like many of us might benefit from a re-telling of this story.
A water-bearer carries two large pots on a yoke across his shoulders up the hill from the river to his master’s house each day. One has a crack and leaks half its water out each day before arriving at the house. The other pot is perfect and always delivers a full portion of water after the long walk from the river.
Finally, after years of arriving half-empty and feeling guilty, the cracked pot apologizes to the water-bearer. He is miserable and says, “I’m sorry that I couldn’t accomplish what the perfect pot did.”
The water-bearer says, “Why are you apologizing?”
“After all this time, I still only deliver half my load of water. I make more work for you because of my flaw.”
The man smiled and told the pot. “Take note of all the lovely flowers growing on the side of the path where I carried you. The flowers grew so lovely because of the water you leaked. There are no flowers on the perfect pot’s side.”