Thought for the day:" I told my psychiatrist that I've been hearing voices.. He told me I don't have a psychiatrist..."
A Short Tale..
An elderly Chinese man 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 a full two years this went on daily, with the man 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 man 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 man 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."
Each of us has our own unique flaw.
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.
So, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
I havea lot of Crackpot Friends..
And so a final word of caution ...
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