Bipolar Disorder, Everyday Life

The cracked pot

After researching, I am not certain the origin of this story, (Chinese or Indian) but that does not change the way the story affected me. I learned that I am flawless and that the flawlessness is beautiful.

Below is a story I found. I heard the story cited on an audio book that I am listening to and at the moment that I listened to this story, I realized that THIS was the book that I was supposed to hear. If that/this is the only thing that I retain from the book, it was well worth the amount of time I waited to receive it from the public libraries online stock.

I now am going to copy (I shutter saying this) the story because this story has moved and spoke to me SO much. I will do my best referencing where I am getting the information, but please note that my bibliography skills were never very good back in school.


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 walks 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 two 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 Cracked Pot (story)

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