My cup brimmeth over...
When I was young, a wise woman told me the tale of the teacher that filled a cup halfway with liquid and asked the student how much was in the vessel.
As a child, I believe I was a half full cup person surrounded by people who's cups were half empty. It's hard to be a full person when one is surrounded by empty. I worked hard to nurture my fullness in spite of the emptiness around me, difficult though it was at times. Every once in a while, I peer into my cup and think it more empty than full. Recently, though, I find that my cup brimmeth over with liquid. The cup overfloweth onto the saucer which as begun to saturate the tablecloth beneath it.
So now I must think about how full might too full be, and what might I do about keeping that fullness to a manageable level.
As a child, I believe I was a half full cup person surrounded by people who's cups were half empty. It's hard to be a full person when one is surrounded by empty. I worked hard to nurture my fullness in spite of the emptiness around me, difficult though it was at times. Every once in a while, I peer into my cup and think it more empty than full. Recently, though, I find that my cup brimmeth over with liquid. The cup overfloweth onto the saucer which as begun to saturate the tablecloth beneath it.
So now I must think about how full might too full be, and what might I do about keeping that fullness to a manageable level.