It’s a strange time in the world, but I remind myself just to do my best. We can’t all do everything, but we can each do something. We can each contribute some good to humanity.
I was thinking about that this afternoon, and the folktale of the cracked pot came to mind. This wise story may be Chinese, Indian, Zen Buddhist, Morroccan, or maybe from somewhere else entirely.
I posted this in my Patreon bedtime stories during the worst of the pandemic, in response to a request from Allen DeBey. Thanks, Allen!