3 years of living as a Cracked Pot, I consistently compared myself to a Perfect Pot. Every day, we went to the same stream and expected to deliver water home. The Perfect Pot always delivered full portion of water while I could only deliver half portion or less. Of course, the Perfect Pot was proud of its accomplishments but I always feel inferior of my own flaw. Why is it that I could only do half (or less) of what others can do? After 3 years of what was perceived as a bitter failure, I began to realize that there are beautiful flowers growing along my path but not on the Perfect Pot's path.
For all my cracked friends out there, without us being just the way we are, there wouldn't be such beauty in this world. Each of us has our own unique flaw but it's the flaw we each have that make our lives together colorful and beautiful. And without us, of course, the Perfect ones wouldn’t feel that great.
WE ARE NOT SO CRACKED AFTER ALL!!!
Inspired by: The Cracked Pot Story
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