A story of the cracked pot

I have ever wondered why people specially in our part of world have loads of advices to give. probably they think they are the best ones and the perfect example of the mr. perfectionist. Anyways I was thinking about the shortcomings of me with comparision to few of the people I know. Many streams of vibrant but negative ideas kept my mind busy. This process, although slow, continued for a number of days. I can say I was in that paranoid situation where I compared each of my actions against a bunch of people and for my every action, surprisingly, I found that I had a shortcoming.

Just as my mind was about to resolve me as the most useless fellow on this beautiful creation of the almighty which we know by the name earth, this little but a nice story of a cracked pot happened to present itself in front of my eyes.

The story is of a water bearer who had 2 pots each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried on his shoulder. one of the pot had a crack in it while other was a perfectly nice pot. At the end of the long walk from the water stream to the house, the cracked pot would only arrive half. the other one would be full.

Of course the perfect pot was proud of its achievement and would look down on the cracked pot and the cracked one, just as in the defensive mind as me, would be very sad that he had a crack and could not deliver to the fullest capacity. This continued for a couple of years. one day, feeling it unbearable, the cracked pot told his master that it felt ashamed of his shortcoming and his master had to suffer on account of his shortcomings.

Hearing this the water-bearer asked to the pot that did he notice the flowers on his side of the pole? he said to the pot that he planted the flower seeds on his side of the pole so that on his way back to house, he can water the flowers. The water-bearer told the cracked pot that if it were not cracked, he could not have got the flowers which he uses daily to beautify his house.
So just as in this case, where the perfect pot was proud of his delivery to the fullest capacity but could not help other just for the reason that it was left with no spare capacity to help, I thaught that the people I compared myself to had accomplished few things but had nothing more to achieve else deliver on their so called perfection.

But for the people like me, not so perfect not so fullest, we are all like the cracked pots. Its the cracks in us which makes our life so very interesting and rewarding. you have got to take each person as they are and to look at only good in them. For being perfect means god but it also implies being bent into a shape left with no flexibility. As said

"Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape"

God Bless.