'cracked pots'

i was just forwarded an email from one of the great people in my life on a simple Chinese-origin tale about the flaws and differences in human characteristics. it’s a quick reminder that ignites acceptance in ourselves as well as those around us. i am feeling more introspective and aware today, because of a few, three to be exact situations that do not involve myself, but my realm anyways.

i feel angry that today someone has to leave because of the lack of tolerance and understanding of another.

i feel frustrated that someone i love is treated unfairly because of personality.

i feel sad because another loved one is hurting badly, needlessly because of the pride and selfishness of another.

the world is sick from too much pride and greed and mental strain. it’s so unfair the power of silly individuals that whine and the brainless, senseless persons that listen to all that rubbish.

on another thought, i guess, ship out of bad environments or just ones that don’t work for you or people that don’t.

then again, there should be something said for those that stick and work things out.

again, the brilliance is in knowing when to do what.

hindsight 20/20.

i say eat chocolate and drink red wine instead.

question: are you a cracked pot? or a crack pot? or just the pot? or just the crack?

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a look on the brighter side....

A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a
pole which he carried across his 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.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only
one and a half pots full of water to his house.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect 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 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to
the water bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and because this crack in my side causes water
to leak out all the way back to your
house."


The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers
only on your side of the path,
but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known
about your flaw, and I planted flower
seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've
watered 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"

Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots.

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.

Blessings to all my crackpot friends.