More to it than that

Success isn't how far you got, but the distance you traveled from where you started.
- Proverb


This proverb was posted with the idea of encouraging those that feel a bit behind the big winners. In my opinion, there is more to success than just how far you traveled.  My great-grandfather had a rags to riches success story but on the way he neglected his family and destroyed his children.  Taking advantage of other people was the name of his game and he was good at it.  Great stories to tell but a sadness and sense of a life wasted behind every tale.  I've seen pictures of him astride one of his horses.  He looks a success but I am a survivor of generational abuse.  His success cost spread across generations of highly dysfunctional families.  I lived outside of LA for a year and became acquainted with families there that were noted as successful people yet there inability to serve others or others serve them because after all they could pay for what they wanted, left people on emotional islands, isolated by their success.  I think for me success is more like a cracked pot....

A waterbearer in India had two large pots, one hung on each end of a pole, which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it. While the other pot was perfect, and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the mistress's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to her master's house.
The perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream: "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."
Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your mistress's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in her compassion she said, "As we return to the mistress's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.

But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?

“That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.

“For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my mistress's table. Without you being just the way you are, she would not have this beauty to grace her house."

http://amazingwomenrock.com/the-story-of-the-cracked-pot-for-anyone-whos-not-quite-perfect
also found at http://thebuddhistblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/story-of-cracked-pot.html

Too often we measure our own success against those things that matter least and miss the beauty we spread by being ourselves.