I love the zen of this little story…so I borrowed it to post….

“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
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. 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 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 of 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.”