The Glass is Full

" A fool is thirsty in the midst of water." - Ethiopia

I still remember reading the mournful cry of the ancient mariner, who floated aimlessly on the sea, dying of thirst, "Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink." Sometimes the relief we seek is right under our noses, but we miss the opportunity to enjoy the resolution, because we are enjoying the struggle or lack or not-enoughness. Sometimes the form of the relief does not match our desires or our expectations, so we regard our life experiences as a glass half empty, or sometimes in our darkest moments, completely empty. Sometimes we see the glass as half full, and then we congratulate ourselves for being hopeful and persistent. What if all that we need is already in our view, and access to it is limited only by our thoughts? Would we then discover that the glass is always, always, always full?