A tale of two pots...

This is what a friend emailed me today and I couldn't but share it with you...

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 always arrived 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 everyday 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 my crackpot friends have a great day and remember to smell

the flowers on the side of your path !

Oh dear...it's so true...I who always strive so much to be perfect in my work, in my way of thinking, etc...and anyway does perfection exist ?

Have a happy day !