Symbolic Stories

The Story of the Cracked Pot

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 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 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 2 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 every day 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.”

The morale of the story:
Each of us has our own unique flaws… 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.

To all of my crackpot friends,have a great day and remember to smell the flowers,on your side of the path.

Author: Unknown


7 Responses to Symbolic Stories

  1. cwatkins says:

    This is honestly a great story and one that can be applied to situations we encounter in life. Far too often people look only at the flaws in others and do not take the time to actually look at the other person in detail. This story is one that I can relate to deeply as for years I had problems with insecurity, and because I saw myself as near worthless it was easy to pay out compliments to others. After awhile of this going on I realized that I was in fact raising the morale of those around me and that simple fact, the notion that I was not worthless meant a great deal to me and I was able to hold my head up and be proud.

  2. way2go says:

    I embrace this story. The moral really speaks to me. It is so beautiful when we all come together and enjoy being ” different”. We definitely have to take the time to get to know people and if we do this we will appreciate the people around us and identify how much they have to offer to this world for us.

  3. Bonnie Greening says:

    I love old Chinese tales. There are many that make what appears to be an under dog victorious and beautiful. There are moments when one feels incapable of accomplishing a goal but because of their fault achieve something better. Life is about finding little things and making them grand. I very much like this story.

  4. Sidewinder6661 says:

    This is a great story, and so true. We all have cracks and imperfections, and we should embrace them. Nobody on this Earth is perfect and each one of us has flaws that other people may not have, or may not see. By learning to love our imperfections we can love ourselves.

  5. MedeaWakoski says:

    This is such a beautiful and touching story. I love symbolic stories, they always have an almost tangible reaction in me, it’s magical really.

  6. jonathan says:

    We should love ourselves for what we truly are, with both the good and bad things. Those bad things are what make us who we are.

    They are a part of us and without them we would never be the same again. So, we have to deal with the fact that all of us have flaws and learn to embrace them not fear or despise them.

  7. rubydust says:

    This story really made me smile. It was extremely thought-provoking and touching.

    I often get frustrated about having a disability, and sometimes I feel so flawed that I am worthless, like the little cracked pot. This is a fantastic story to remember when I’m feeling insecure about myself.

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