Once upon a time there was a leaky cup. Whether it had a little hole in the bottom
or a crack on the side is unimportant. The cup leaked. A lot. And it hated the fact it leaked. Because it always went dry and it could not get full.
One day, the leaky cup decided that if only someone could pour enough into it that it would get full. So the leaky cup went in search of the mythical person who could fill it up to the brim and keep it happy.
Of course, the result was predictable. No matter how much liquid of any kind a person poured into the cup, the cup was always on the losing end of things. And if there was a sort of equilibrium gained through pouring at the same rate the liquid leaked out, sooner or later the person pouring got tired or ran out of liquid and the leaky cup went dry again.
The cup argued and cried, yelled and sulked, pleaded and begged, complained bitterly about the inequity of things, became indignant and blamed the person with the liquid for not taking care of things in the right way. Meanwhile, the bewildered pourer finally gave up pouring from lack of liquid, lack of time, or sheer exhaustion. The cup went from person to person, asking politely at first and then demanding more, more, more. And when the person could not give more the cup flounced off in search of that ideal pourer.
At various times the selected
victim pourer suggested calking or other ways of patching up the leak in the cup, but the cup was greatly insulted and insisted that the fault was in the person doing the pouring, rather than in the structure of the cup itself. In fact, the cup eventually convinced the pourers they must be mad to think the cup itself could not hold liquid.
Many persons exhausted themselves attempting to help the leaky cup. But sooner or later the leaky cup would have had enough of failure and move on to the next mythical cup filler.
The moral to the story is…If you find you cannot fix the problem with a leaky cup that has taken up residence in your
bed house life heart cupboard, THROW IT OUT! QUICK!
Letting a leaky cup tell you the leak is not
his her it’s problem means assuming all the responsibility for fixing the problem. Pouring faster isn’t the solution. It never will be. It will only make you feel defective for being unable to fill the cup up. It only took me 20 years to figure it out.