The Cracked Pot: A Story For Anyone Who's Not Quite Perfect

crackedpot origA waterbearer in India had two large pots, one hung on each end 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 walk from the stream to the mistress's 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 her master's house.

The perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end 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 two 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 I want to apologize to you."

Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"

"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your mistress's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in her compassion she said, "As we return to the mistress's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.

But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

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?

flower pot2“That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.

“For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my mistress's table. Without you being just the way you are, she would not have this beauty to grace her 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. We've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.

There's a lot of good out there.

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Comments (5)

  • Dileep


    24 March 2015 at 11:57 | #

    I am not a cracked/crack pot. I do not agree. I am more useful.


    • Susan Macaulay

      Susan Macaulay

      24 March 2015 at 17:25 | #

      Good for you!


    • Trent


      14 June 2015 at 00:14 | #

      You say that as though you think there is something wrong with cracked pots. Maybe that in itself makes you a cracked pot. Don't judge others, especially if you don't know their full story.


  • S. Nagraj Rao

    S. Nagraj Rao

    29 October 2015 at 18:04 | #

    We all have our strengths and weaknesses. The wise can make use of every weakness. That calls for wisdom and we have to graduate to that level to use flaws to everyone's advantages.
    Never make fund of someone's defects - learn and share how that defect can be useful to society.


  • Lihle


    06 July 2016 at 17:52 | #

    Be the best you can be. Discover your God given talent and use it to the full.


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