Serving my purpose

why am i born? what is the reason behind my appearance in this world? am i here serving a particular purpose? how am i supposed to know all tat? there's answer to all tat u know.

i have another story to share. this one is about finding the purpose of your life

ok, the story take place in a pottery factory. the potter is making a new batch of vases, beautiful vases with narrow necks. he made every single one carefully and they are almost perfect, and suits their purpose.

the potter put the vases in the factory to dry them up before he can add final touches. and that very night, a storm roam through that area, with heavy rain and a flood followed. the vases were swept off to the country side by the water.

one particular vase ended up in a farm. the farmer was a kind old man and he willingly took the por vase in. so the vase stayed in the farm for some time.

this afternoon, the vase was at its corner looking around the hustle n bustle in the farm when it notice this particular water container in the chicken coop which is very popular among the chicken. the chicken kept going to the container to talk to him while taking their drinks. the vase tot: how lovely! the container must be so happy to be serving all the chicken in the coop!

therefore, the vase begged the farmer to fill it up with water too n place it inside the coop, so tat all the chicken will take their drink from it too.

but alas, the chicken tried their best, but they kept tilting the vase over, and they cannot get their drink. they went back to the old water container instead.

the vase was very sad. it cannot be as good as the water container. sulking in a corner, the vase now noticed a pot of beautiful tomato plant. the pot sat in the sun happily with lovely tomatoes growing in it.

the vase tot, even tho i cant be as good as the water container, but i think i ll be just as good as the flower pot! so, it requested the farmer to put some soil in it and plant tomato plant in it too!

thinking happily tat finally it has found something it is good at, the tomato plant started to wilt. then eventually the tomato plant died.

i m so useless! i m not good at anything! why do i exist? what am i born for? the vase was very very sad indeed.

the vase hid itself in a corner for long long time. then another flood came. the vase was swept away again. bobbing up and down aimlessly in the water, the vase tot bout his life, and how unhappy he was, and how he is so useless in everything

a hand grab hold of the vase and pull it up from the waters. the vase opened his eyes and realized it was the potter who made him in the first place! the potter took him back to the factory and cleaned it up, and painted a new coat of paint on the vase. then he put a few fresh flowers into the vase and put it on display.

one day, tourists came to the factory, n the vase heard someone saying: look at that beautiful vase! in its rightful place, making the flowers in it looking so beautiful! the vase looked around and finally realized tat they were talking about him!

then, he knew, only in the hands of the creator, can the creation be living to its fullest, and only the creator himself, knows, what are we made for, what are our purposes.

still unsure bout your purpose in life? ask your creator! n i m not talking bout your parents, they only act as the deliverer, the creator is someone u will go back to one day, if u cant find him, he will find you. the important thing is to really rely on him, trust him, because he knows, u r the unique creation of his hands.