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My Easing Out Story

I’m calling this my “easing out story” because I never actually came out in any dramatic sense, which seems to be the case for most young pe...

Wednesday, 19 May 2010

The Perfect Imperfection

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its
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 two years of what it perceived to be a 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

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
"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.

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