Once upon a time there was a young woman who lived on top of the hill. Every day she had to walk down the hill to collect water from a river. She had two pots to carry water which she hung upon a pole so she could carry it over her shoulders and it went on. Later on one-day one of her pots got a small crack along inside. She observed the crack on the pot and decided she could still use it. So every day the woman carried those two parts down the hill to the river she filled them and walked back up the hill balancing the pole across her shoulders. And by the time she reached the house the crackpot would be only half full while the other pot would be full to the top and the crackpot would glance at the other pot which the water was still filled to the top and the crackpot began to feel worthless.
The fully filled pot was proud of its accomplishment while the crackpot felt ashamed that he wasn't able to accomplish the same amount of water as the other part did. So the years went by and the crackpot saw himself as a failure. And one day it spoke to the lady it said “Dear lady I apologize for my flaws the crack on my inside has made me useless. I still have the water and I'm just not good. The lady felt sorry for the old crackpot and she said but pot you don't understand you haven't been paying attention, look around you that I want you to look at the path which we travel to house.
So the next time when the lady carried the water up to the hill the crackpot carefully observed the path of the hill and for the first time crackpot stopped looking inside himself and instead look outside the world and he saw on his side of the way. They it saw the beautiful flowers and beautiful plants while the other side was still dry and as the woman reached the top of the hill she asked did you notice the beautiful flowers on the path? They are only on your side of the path. Then she said I had always known about your cracks and I took advantage of it to water those beautiful flowers along the way. Then the crackpot understood and was overjoyed, all its sadness was gone. He understood that the thing that he thought to be his weakness turned out to be a blessing for flowers are the plans along the path.
When we see in our life every one of us is unique and we all have our own flaws, Nobody is Perfect but it is those little flaws that make us and the world around us so interesting. And you know butterflies don't know the color of their wings, but the human eyes see how beautiful they are. Like that You don't know how good you are but others can see that you are special.
Perfect 👏🏻, yeah we are human beings sometimes we can't recognise our self, But we can understand other's self even them special skill so we can give to them encourage because, words are very powerful. Whatever it positive or negative but it boost other's self.
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