A Broken Pot


Hello readers, “ Why God created me the way I am?” “ My life would be much better if I have so & so quality.” “ I can reach to new horizon if I have that ability.” Have these thoughts ever come to your mind. If yes then today with the help of a little story I want to find the answers  of these questions.

HAPPY READING

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Once upon a time, there was a potter shop in a deserted place. One can hardly find greenery in that place as it was affected by drought. The potter made beautiful pots. He had some kind of magic in his hand,  the mere clay got a life with a touch of his hand.

He wanted that his only son too learn this art and help him in his work but his son had other dreams. In the beginning, for his father will,he tried to make a few pots but his heart was never in that work. The potter tried to convince him that one day he will too able to make wonderful pot but all had no use for him.

One day his son left that place in search of his dreams. In his memory, the potter place all those pots, which his son made in his shop. Though he knew that no one buy them, he still kept them for display. Among those pots, there was a broken pot, which always felt pity on his master and his life. He always thought what fate I have. I am incapable to do anything; no one ever comes to buy me. I am just a burden and my life is a waste.

But one day his fate has changed. A servant of a rich businessman came to buy a few pots from the potter. As the potter was busy in making other pots he ordered his servant to give pots to that man and also helped him to place them in his cart. By mistake his servant gave that broken pot along with other pots to that man.

Broken pot was very happy. Start thinking that at least now God showed some mercy on him. At last,now he was able to do that work for which he taken birth in this world, he made a promise to himself that he will do his best work but as soon as he remembered about his broken part, his incapability, tears came into his eyes and in the end he consoles himself that now the potter doesn’t have to bother about him and as it is a big house he can find a corner to spend all his life. He gave up all hopes.

But as said every new day bring new hope in one’s life, the same happened with him. Next day one of the servants whose job to take water from a distant lake, carried that broken pot along with a perfect pot on his shoulder and went to the lake. That was a tough job to carry two heavy pots filled with water and walk. The broken pot tried his best to do his work. He tried hard to hold on water inside him but there was no use, from the broken part all water leaks out and only a little water left inside. He felt deep pity on the servant who was doing so much hard work.

One day when he couldn’t hold himself as the feeling of pity was turning into guilty and making him unable to bear that pain.
He asked the servant, “ O, good man! Why don’t you throw me and take another pot like this perfect one you have? I am a broken pot, a useless thing; my life is just a waste. I am a burden on you as well as on this earth. It is impossible for me to carry this water and I am not able to find any other way through which I can help you. Please leave me. I can’t see you suffer because of me.”

The servant heard him carefully and thought that at this time word wouldn’t help to make him understand.
He just said, “ Okay, I will leave you but before that just watch and observe today the road from where we regularly come from the lake.”
Broken pot agreed.

Like everyday the servant carried both the pot on his shoulder and went to the lake. At the time of return, the servant said to the broken pot, “ Pay attention to the road.”

Broken pot start watching. He saw on one side the land was still desert, where on the other side of the road so many little plants on which some have tiny flowers  was smiling. Broken pot was mesmerized by the view.
Suddenly the servant stops and start saying.
“ My dear, I know you are not perfect. According to you, you are not able to do the task for which the creator creates you but you know God knows his job very well and he always does his job perfectly. The importance of this perfect pot is that it can carry all water inside him and quench the thirst of those who drink its water. But you are the reason of this greenery, due to your broken part this mere earth getting new life, which without you would die.
Your imperfection is what makes you perfect. A life is not a waste if it can give life and helps someone else in some way. Drop the idea of becoming like someone because you are already a masterpiece. You cannot be improved, but grow. You have only to come to it, to know it, to realize it.”

After hearing all this the broken pot realized that he is not perfect but this perfect world would be imperfect or say incomplete without him.

Now he understood that there is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in and goes out.
He thanked the servant to make him realize his real value and thought sometime someone else makes you realize how worthy you are.
The broken pot said to the servant, “ I wish everyone can realize their true value and try to remember that whenever we feel that we are not happy with our life, always try to think that someone is happy simply because we exist.”

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28 Responses to A Broken Pot

  1. gita4elamats says:

    What a wonderful story, I love it! Thank you! (。◕‿◕。)

  2. Hardik Gohil says:

    We are imperfectly perfect. Thank you 🙂

  3. gauravmenda says:

    Some one is happy simply because u exist in his life.
    Keep writing ..
    🙂

  4. A beautiful story that moves the heart.

  5. KAMAL says:

    excellent

  6. seeker says:

    It’s good for me to read another version of the story. It gets better and better as the broken pot goes from one hand to another.

    • supriya says:

      I am happy that you enjoyed this story and I am agree with you everyone we meet or interact have something to share through which we can learn and those lesson make us a better person.
      Thanks for reading and giving your feedback 🙂

  7. Thanks a ton for sharing such a beautiful and meaningful story… You made my morning with it.. 🙂

  8. Pat says:

    Beautiful message, beautiful story Supriya. It reminds me not of a pot but of another story that’s similar, if I may be permitted to share. The story goes with a song and is called “The Wooden Bowl”:

  9. Pat says:

    Supriya – I’ve just nominated you for the “I Am Part of the WordPress Family Award” on my site at http://plaintalkandordinarywisdom.com/ive-been-nominated-for-the-i-am-part-of-the-wordpress-family-award/.

    Thank You for being a member of my WordPress family! 🙂

  10. girlseule says:

    Wonderful story! I absolutely loved it and it made me think.

  11. mayankimd1 says:

    broken pot was meant to store water but, the work it doing … is what we can say each of us have some gifts given by god, we just have to recognize them..:-)

    ” no matter how bad we are…
    we are not totally useless….
    we can always be used as a….bad example…. 🙂 🙂
    like this broken pot… ( in general life)

  12. mayankimd1 says:

    Reblogged this on Memorable YOU and commented:
    we all are not totally useless, we all have some special gifts given by god, just we have to open our eyes and need to recognize them …. this small story from one of my friend of this world is perfectly depicting the same situation…
    we all are special … we all are here for some purpose…. 🙂 🙂

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