The story of the two jars

The other day I read a story in Dracos' blog that made me remember another. The story is worth to be read, (the tittle is “The Real Value of the Ring”).

Long time ago, in a forgotten part of the india, there was a man who lived in the mountains, too far from a river, and the only manner he had to have water was to go to the nearest well, which was about two miles from his house, with two huge jars, and return with the two heavy jars to his home. He had to get up very early to do that, and he returned to home really exhausted.. One jar was perfect, and it hadn't any holes, but the other had lots of holes and only the half of the water that the man put at the jar arrived home, losing a lot of water during the way.

The jar, which was depressed for it's imperfection that made the man to only have the half of the water he deserved for his effort, speaked with the man. “ I'm sorry that you only have the half water you put on me, I hope you can get another jar so you can throw me to the rubish for my imperfection”. The man, who was very wise, replied: “You shouldn't feel sorry for your holes and I'll show you way, tomorrow, when I'll go for water, look down the way and you'll see the reason”.

The jar did what the man said and it saw that the part of the path were he went was full of flowers and grass, while the other part was dry and dead. He wondered why it was like this and asked the wise man.

The wise man replied: “The watter you drop is not wasted, when I realised that you have a hole, I had an idea. I put seeds so your imperfection made all this life. If you hadn't a single hole, this flowers couldn't life and the part of the path would be as dead as the other”.

You don't need to be perfect. Sometimes is better to have some holes rather than not having any.