Buckets

    Every day a woman fetches water from a river in two buckets, each suspended on the end of a wooden pole across her shoulders. One day, she overhears the buckets talking. ‘I’m old and leaky’ says the one. ‘I fear I will be replaced.’ So the woman asks the rickety bucket: ‘What do you see on our daily journey?’ ‘When I’m empty on the way there,’ the bucket replies, ‘I see only barren ground.’ ‘And on the way back when you’re full?’ she asks. ‘Then I see beautiful wildflowers.’ She nods and smiles: ‘Your leaking made that beauty possible.’

    — Wayne Visser

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