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@ ODILI ONUOHA
2025-06-03 11:56:41A young monk once asked the elder of the mountain temple, “Master, how do I become wise like you?”
The elder smiled and handed him a lump of clay. “Make me a cup,” he said.
The monk, eager and certain, molded the clay quickly. He baked it in the kiln and brought it proudly to the master.
The elder poured tea into it and it cracked. “Try again,” he said.
The monk frowned but obeyed. He made another shape better, baked longer. But it still leaked.
Again. And again. The monk grew weary. Days turned into weeks. Each cup cracked, leaked, tilted, or burned.
On the eleventh attempt, the cup finally held. It was simple, slightly uneven, but strong.
The master poured tea. It stayed. He sipped, then smiled.
The monk said, “Why did all the others fail?”
The elder replied, “Because each one taught your hands what they did not know. Each mistake shaped the wisdom in your fingers.”
Moral: Wisdom is not poured into us it is shaped in us, one mistake at a time.