The crack in the bowl
Once upon a time there was an old Chinese woman who had two large bowls hanging from the ends of a pole that she wore over her shoulders.
One of the bowls had a jump, while the other was flawless and always took a full helping of water.
... At the end of the long hike from the river to the old woman's house, however, the other bowl was only half full.
For two years this happened daily: the old woman brought home only one and a half bowls of water.
The flawless bowl, of course, was very proud of her achievement, but the poor bowl of the jump was ashamed of its blemish and was distressed that she could do only half of what she had been made for.
After two years, which seemed like an endless failure, the bowl spoke to the old woman:
"I'm so ashamed of my jump, from which all the way to your house is always running water."
The old woman smiled.
"Did you notice that flowers are blooming on your side of the path, but not on the side of the other bowl?"
"I sowed flower seeds on your side of the path because I was aware of your mistake, and now you're pouring them every day when we walk home, and for two years I've been able to pick these beautiful flowers and decorate the table with them just as you are, that beauty would not exist and honor our house. "
(c) picture: kai wiechmann
a translation from a chinese story scripter unknown
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