Have you ever seen a potter working on his wheel? His hands dirtied with clay, his brows lined with sweat, his neck aching with the strain of bending over and giving shape to that lump of lifeless clay on his wheel. Slowly his efforts shape the most amazing piece of art. He bakes it and polishes it and paints it and makes it Perfect and Beautiful. People pay exorbitant prices for it and take it away to decorate their gardens or homes.
If the clay could speak what do you think it would say? Maybe it would be happy with all the attention. Maybe it would be happy to be the pride of someone's rich mansion. Maybe it would hold the most beautiful flowers day in and day out.
But maybe there could be a 1 percent chance that it actually does not want something. Or it wants something different? Maybe it's the best flower pot in the country, with the best colour and the highest price.
But what if it wanted to be a Tea-pot instead, or a cooking bowl, or anything else!
What if it loved the colours you painted on it but it would be much happier being another colour or shape.
What if it helped you immensely in a kitchen but holds the deep wish to be a vase filled with the most beautiful flowers under the sun.
As parents we are those anxious potters shaping our lumps of clay, our kids. We nurture them, care for them, dirty ourselves for them. Most of the times we lives our dreams through them, forgetting that they could have their own.
We are unknowingly teaching them to live their dreams through their kids who would live their kids dreams and so on.
Imagine there would be so many unfulfilled dreams floating around in this universe.
Are our children prisoners of our desires ?
Instead of keeping the full control of the wheel in our hands, why not teach them to mould themselves to perfection.
Instead of setting limits, why not teach them to see their inner strength and challenge their own limits .
Never let us forget that they trust us immensely to make only the correct decisions for them.
God forbid that we push them on a path that was never meant to be theirs and they never get the chance to have that gleam of passion in their eyes towards their work.
A cactus never blooms fully in a pot inside an A/C room, no matter how well you take care of it.
If the harsh unforgiving desert is what it wants, then that is what it should get, to flower with full intensity and passion.
Every child who picks a knife does not want to be a surgeon. maybe he is destined to be the best chef in the land.
If he wants to sing, let him. If he wants to paint let him. Do your part by supporting them and teaching them to be the best in whatever they do .
Next time, when you enter a china shop, take your time, look around carefully.
Somewhere in that shop will be that one pot, or one vase that stands out in all its beauty.
That will be the one that was allowed the freedom to be what it wanted, The pot with a Soul !