I cam across this and thought it may be of interest to CR readers.A water bearer in India had two large pots, hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One had a crack in it and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water to his master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water.The perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
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