#Soc Saturday/#Just Jot it January
With youth there is an acceptable level of selfishness allowed. As we walk the path of growth we are expected to clamor for what is ours, to find our place and develop our own persona. If life were a glass of water, a younger me would gulp it down, slam the glass on the counter and demand more. Without regard for whether the person next to me is thirsty.
With age I have learned that the person next to me matters. That they may be dehydrated by life. That the contents of their glass won’t satiate them.
I have thankfully learned to sip from my glass, wait to see if my thirst is quenched, and if possible pass the glass so that they might satisfy theirs.
After all, the great “half-full or half-empty” debate is a misnomer. The glass is refillable.