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The half empty glass

It is better to have your glass half full,so that you can choose what to fill the rest of the glass with.



This thought dawned upon me at 7 am as I filled my bucket for a morning bath.It's always better to fill the bucket half way with hot water so that one can alter the temperature of the remaining water by mixing cold/warm water. Now if the bucket was too full then some of the water would have to be spilled , and that is never a good thing in this age of water conservation.

Now If I had a half glass of water,I could choose to mix the rest with fruit concentrate, soda or liquer.I could choose to fill it with ice, a few mint leaves, toss in a few lemon pieces... and by the time I would be done with it, it would stop being just a half filled glass of water, but a glass filled with creative ingenuity.

Or if I had a half glass of milk , I would add coffe and sugar and whisk up a cold coffee.In fact its easier to whisk half glasses of milk than glasses which are brimmimg over with the stuff.

I often feel sad for the children of successful parents who are forced to accept a full glass.A glass filled with  money, a life of ease.A life where if they want they can follow in the well tread footsteps of their parents. Someone pays for their private education , someone takes them into the family business.A full glassBut is it the glass that they wanted?

In a half full glass, the best part is the half empty part.The half empty part is the one overflowing with umpteen possibilities, the part which is truly yours to own and do as you please.

It's not what you have but what you make of it. If you like what your half filled glass holds,you can always fill yours with more of it.And if you don't happen to like your half filled glass ,you can alter it , shake it, stir it and add your own twist to it. Be the masterchef of your life!

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