I started wondering about myself - was I a half empty person or a half full person. Which "half" was I embracing?.
And then I realized that really, I was just "half". It didn't matter if it was the full half or the empty half that I was looking at. I only had half. And the important thing was not how much of it I was worrying about, but what it was that I was worrying about.
Half a dream.
Half a relationship.
Half a life.
I'd been living with half-started projects, half-completed ideas, half-hearted attempts.
So it's time to look things bluntly in the face and decide not whether I'm empty or full, but what am I going to complete. How am I going to finish life. Which glasses can I fill to overflowing because I've lived life so well.
And frankly, which glasses I should just leave unfinished, because they're pissy.