|Our weakness becomes our strength when we are honest with ourselves. Read the story.|
Personally, I do not believe that you need to fit into someone else's frame of perfection. Besides, aiming for perfection is often a matter of personal choice, an individual preference. Perfection is subjective; what is perfect to you may not be even half-decent for the other person. The goal is not to fulfill the world's criteria of excellence but to fill your own life with grace, bliss, compassion. They are the ingredients of a virtuous life, as perfect as it can get.
Long, long ago, there was a poor but noble man. There was no source of water nearby his home. So, everyday, he would go down to the river carrying two large pots hung from the each side of a stick that rested on his shoulders. These pots were made from metal and one of them was so worn out that three years ago a crack, almost a hole, had formed in it. As a result, it looked more like a percolator, drop by drop it leaked constantly. The other vessel was in perfect shape though. Each day the man would fill both the pots to the brim and every time the cracked pot would only be half full by the time the home came. Once home, he would promptly transfer the contents in an earthen pot.
The cracked pot felt guilty. It wanted to serve its master but it was helpless as there was no way for it to fill the crack, to plug the hole. The perfect pot looked down on the cracked pot for it was aware of its own superiority. There were times when the cracked pot felt jealous of the perfect pot but it mostly felt helpless and depressed. No matter how hard it tried, it only ever reached home half-empty.
One day, when the master was by the river, it said, "I'm a pathetic pot. I'm so sorry for I'm unable to do my job. You fill me up everyday and carry home so much weight but I never get there full like the other pot. Please forgive me, I'm so ashamed of myself. You deserve a better pot, a perfect one and not a cracked pot like me. Please sell me to the smith. Let him end my miserable and useless life. You'll get relief too."
"Useless?" the man spoke compassionately, "I wish you knew how proud I am of you. Who doesn't have flaws? I do too. If I could afford, I would have had you repaired long time back so you wouldn't feel like this today. But then again in our flaws lies our divinity. A sense of flawlessness is no more than a viewpoint, often an arrogant one in fact. Have you any idea, how much you've helped in beautifying this place?"
"Me? Help?" the cracked pot exclaimed, "Beautifying?"
"Yes! I would like you to observe your side of the track when we go home today."
The man began walking home and the cracked pot realized that on one side of the path, specifically on the side it was on, there were flowers, beautiful flowers, all the way. Butterflies were hovering on them, bees were buzzing on some, there was fragrance in the air.
"A while ago, I planted a new variety of flower seeds. I figured the water dripping from you could easily provide nourishment to the seeds. And now look! not only do we have beautiful flowers but the bees have carried the pollen far and wide and we have more and more of these flowers blooming everywhere. These ones attract bees like anything and there are more natural beehives in the village now than ever before. If not for your so-called flaw, it would not be possible to have this beauty, fragrance and utility that we have today."
Hope you like the story as much as I did when I first came across it. In our flaws are already sown the seeds of perfection. Rather than aiming to be somebody else, instead of aspiring to be some perfect pot, it is far more important to put to use both our strengths and limitations. If you are honest about your cracks and are willing to see where they may add meaning to your own life, a whole new world of possibilities opens up.
There is nothing called absolute weakness or strength, they switch roles based on the context and need. A sturdy stick may be good as a walking support, but it is a supple one you need to make a bow. What is strength from one perspective is weakness from another. No matter how cracked one is, they have a role to play.
(Image credit: Michele Wright)Peace.