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There was a man in China who was using a stout stick with pots hanging on its both ends to transport water from the vally to his house.
One of the pots was a little broken on one side and the otherone was impeccable.. and everytime the "perfect" pot managed to carry all the water,the man filled in, to his home whereas the other pot was just bringing the half of the water because of it´s failing... And so two years went by.
The "impeccable" pot was very proud for doing it´s "job" in a perfect way and the poor broken pot was ashamed and sad because of it´s defect that hindered him to arrieve without loosing the half of the water on the way to home ...
Once he said to the man "I´m so ashamed cuz I can not manage to bring all the water home . I think I don´t do my job well..." than the man smiled and pointed do the side where the broken pot always passed away and said: "have you not seen the flowers which flourish in every couler and beauty..? it is because of your failure... Now look at the side of the ideal pot there you can´t see anything... I knew from the start your failure and that´s why I planted seeds to where your side is and everyday when I was on my way to bring water from the valley to home you moulded them. If you would be perfect I coldn´t use this flowers to beautify the way and my home..."
There was a man in China who was using a stout stick with pots hanging on its both ends to transport water from the vally to his house.
One of the pots was a little broken on one side and the otherone was impeccable.. and everytime the "perfect" pot managed to carry all the water,the man filled in, to his home whereas the other pot was just bringing the half of the water because of it´s failing... And so two years went by.
The "impeccable" pot was very proud for doing it´s "job" in a perfect way and the poor broken pot was ashamed and sad because of it´s defect that hindered him to arrieve without loosing the half of the water on the way to home ...
Once he said to the man "I´m so ashamed cuz I can not manage to bring all the water home . I think I don´t do my job well..." than the man smiled and pointed do the side where the broken pot always passed away and said: "have you not seen the flowers which flourish in every couler and beauty..? it is because of your failure... Now look at the side of the ideal pot there you can´t see anything... I knew from the start your failure and that´s why I planted seeds to where your side is and everyday when I was on my way to bring water from the valley to home you moulded them. If you would be perfect I coldn´t use this flowers to beautify the way and my home..."