A simple and profound Indian / Chinese / Universal Folk Lore delivered goes thus:
An elderly water bearer had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it and the other pot was perfect. The perfect pot always delivered a pot full of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house
The cracked pot? It arrived half full.
For two years this went on daily, with the water bearer delivering one and a half pots full of water to his master’s house.
Of course, the perfect pot was super proud of its accomplishments, thinking it was perfectly fulfilling the purpose for which it was made.
Alas! The sad wee cracked pot was ashamed of its imperfection. It was miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been created to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, the cracked pot spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. “I am so ashamed of myself, I want to apologize to you.”
“Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”
“I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t even get the full value from your efforts,” the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot,
“Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side?
That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.
Pretty cool story huh? Just goes to show – depends on whose looking, you’re perfect! Or flawed.
The perfect pot fulfilled the job it was made to do, the imperfect pot did half its “real” job and the rest was beyond what it could even have imagined. There’s really no comparison here.
No matter how flawed you think you are, you are making way more of an impact than you know.
Your imperfections are your superpowers. They just require looking at it from a different angle!