Dear Diary Page 12…
Taking a brief break from traveling to set and ponder the tomorrows…thought about a few yesterdays when my page about being different came back to mind… and while thinking about it, remembered a story, author unknown, I found in cyberspace years back, it was about a path and had a moral to the story…. Smile
“””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 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 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 2 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.”
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, while venturing down the path least traveled, may to a little watering from time to time (I know Bree will, grin), when stopping to smell the flowers…if Fate is willin’ and the creeks don’t rise, that is… smile
And, while I am not into religion, I will have to agree with Ray Stevens and his assessment of people and things being different, being beautiful, in their own way….