The Beauty of Imperfection

🌿 The Broken Pot Once upon a time, a farmer in a small village carried two pots tied on

either side of a pole. Every morning, he lifted the pole onto his shoulders

and walked to the river to fetch water. One pot was perfectly shaped — strong, shiny,

and proud. The other pot… well, it had a tiny crack on its side. Nothing dramatic,

but enough for water to slowly drip out. Every day when they reached home, the cracked pot

felt embarrassed because it could only deliver half the water. One morning,

unable to take the guilt anymore, it whispered: “Master… I’m sorry. I’m flawed.

I’m not as good as the other pot.” The farmer smiled and said, “Come,