Gut Rumbles

June 14, 2005

cracked pots

From catfish:

One Cracked Pot

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.

To all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers, on your side of the path.

When I read that, I realized that most of my really good friends are cracked pots of some kind or another. But they wouldn't be so unique if they weren't cracked. Straight-laced, "sane" people bore me.

Cracked pots are all one-of-a-kind.


Rob -

It is the cracked pots that keep life interesting - stay cracked sir - your a good un..

Posted by: Pete on June 14, 2005 01:44 PM

Hmmm... I think I am a busted pot. Is that any fucking good?

Posted by: assrot on June 14, 2005 02:01 PM

I suppose that the correct term is "psychoceramic."

Posted by: Ernie G on June 14, 2005 04:34 PM

I enjoy your blog a lot, but I think you are in happy land on this one. Here's a cracked bastard, if you think it is cool to be cracked:
Yes, whites were created by an evil black scientist, according to Louis Farrakhan.

Posted by: Shep on June 14, 2005 06:31 PM

Thing is, Shep, there are classes of crackedness. I figure I'm single-A, and Acidman is double-A. And some of the more trollish commenters here are triple-A.

Farrakhan is a major-league crackpot dynasty -- way out of anyone's league around here, and even putting all the other major-league cracked pots to shame.

Posted by: McGehee on June 14, 2005 08:56 PM

I hope Catfish will send more like this along the way...I'm impressed!

Posted by: Bonita on June 14, 2005 09:59 PM

Crap - Catfish sent it to me also but you beat me to posting it.

Posted by: Denny on June 14, 2005 10:19 PM

Thanks, that was very nice. I never know if I'll find a fart joke or a beautiful story here and that's why I come back.

Posted by: Ivan Ivanovich on June 15, 2005 10:52 AM

"There is a crack in everything---that's how the light gets in."

--from "Anthem" by Leonard Cohen, 1992

Posted by: Bill Spencer on June 17, 2005 02:59 PM
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