Week 3: The man and his bucket.

i got this story from a friend who has put up with a lot of shit from me for the past 5 years. a psychologist by qualification (though not a psychologist by profession, YET lol), i've been having free consultation sessions with her for what seems like forever. anyway, once again tonight she flexed her psychologist muscles and told me this story.

once upon a time there was a man who would go to the river to collect water everyday. he brought the water back to his house using two buckets which he carried across his shoulders on a pole. however, one of the buckets had a tiny little hole from which water would leak out. so everyday he would arrive back home with only one and a half buckets full with a trail of water behind him.

he did this everyday for a long long time until one day the leaky bucket spoke to him.

"eh you, why don't you just throw me away and get a new bucket? you don't need to waste your efforts anymore."

to which the farmer replied,

"why would i want to throw you away? can't you see the trail of flowers on the ground leading from the river to my house?"

so now. should i just give up and walk away because it is seemingly broken?
i can't and i won't.