16/05/2025
It’s STORY TIME! 📖✨🪴
There was once a woman named Amara.
Every morning, she rose with the sun,
And went to the river to fetch water.
She carried a wooden yoke across her shoulders,
With two pots hanging on either side.
One pot was perfect.
Strong. Smooth. Untouched by time.
The other was old. Worn.
A crack ran down its side,
And every day, as they walked back home,
The cracked pot would leak.
Half the water would be gone by the time they arrived.
And the pot…
The pot was ashamed.
It knew it wasn’t as good as the other pot.
It knew it had failed.
One day, it could bear the shame no longer.
It spoke quietly, “Amara, I need to apologize.”
“I spill half of your water before we even get home.
I’m broken. I’m not good enough.”
“I’m sorry.”
Amara smiled.
And she didn’t say a word.
She simply said, “Let’s walk back,
And I’ll show you something.”
They turned down the path they always walked,
And as Amara walked, she pointed to the side, where the cracked pot had always hung.
There, along the path,
Were flowers — marigolds, jasmine, blue petals,
Dancing in the wind.
“I planted seeds here two years ago,” she said.
“And every morning, you watered them.
You did it without even knowing.
And because of you — because of your crack —
This path has become beautiful.”
The cracked pot was silent,
Its heart full of wonder.
Amara continued, “You’ve brought life to this world,
Just by being yourself.”
And from that day on,
The cracked pot no longer felt broken.
It no longer wished to be perfect.
Because it had learned —
Even in its imperfection,
It had created something beautiful…-
The cracked pot is an Indian folktale teaching us that imperfection is not failure and that we make an impact, even when we don’t see it!
🌼 Look after your cracks! They make the one and beautiful you.
