My glass is half full.

My cup runneth over.

I find myself.

Standing tall

My glass is half empty.

My cup slowly empties.

I find myself.

Slouching down.

The analogy of the half full or half empty cup is overused. It is always relevant but it is overused.

I went through a phase of defining my state of mind using the cup and the state I interpreted its contents.

I find I am still doing that.

Now however I don’t care if the cup is half full.

And I don’t care if the same cup is half empty.

My cup, is full of whiskey.

That’s how I see it.

Enjoy all of life you can.

To the fullest.

Stand tall.

I am Timi