Half full.

Objects fill your glass,
Occupying the space begging to be filled.
Friends, laughter, love,
Everything that's welcomed
Put inside the glass that is you.
Welcome it.
Embrace it.
Love it.

Half empty.

The goodness slowly drains away,
Leaving nothing in its wake.
What is left?
Pain? Suffering? Despair?
An emptiness that simply cannot be fufilled,
No matter how full your glass may seem to you.
It is gone.
Always gone.
Forever.

Not even there.

The glass is either half full or empty.
It cannot be either or,
For that is the way life works.
You cannot have one without the other,
But the way the glass turns out is effected
By the way your life is lived.
Love.
Despair.
Happiness.
Emptiness.
You are the one to decide the fate of your glass.
No one else.
You and you alone.

Look at your glass.
Examine it.
Study it.
For this glass is the gateway to your life.

The choice is yours.