I kept coming across the words "The Cracked Pot" through various sites and never took the time to see what it was all about, until today. I absolutely love this poem. Life isn't black and white - there's a lot of gray in between - and we tend to forget that when we're depressed. It's all about perspective - at how we look at things... I think you'll enjoy this as much as I did!
The Cracked Pot
Retold by Mary Dessein ~ a Tale from India.
A water-bearer carries two large pots on a yoke across his shoulders up the hill from the river to his master's house each day. One has a crack and leaks half its water out each day before arriving at the house. The other pot is perfect and always delivered a full portion of water after the long walk from the river.
Finally, after years of arriving half-empty and feeling guilty, the cracked pot apologized to the water-bearer. It was miserable. "I'm sorry that I couldn't accomplish what the perfect pot did."
The water-bearer says, "What do you have to apologize for?"
"After all this time, I still only deliver half my load of water. I make more work for you because of my flaw."
The man smiled and told the pot. "Take note of all the lovely flowers growing on the side of the path where I carried you. The flowers grew so lovely because of the water you leaked. There are no flowers on the perfect pot's side."