“Is your glass half empty, or half full?” asked the mole.
“I think I’m grateful to have a glass,” said the boy.
The Boy, The Mole, The Fox, and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy
The past year has been like drinking from a tin can filled with holes.
Possible, but not easy.
There is enough integrity to the vessel to hold a little liquid, but not enough to drink freely.
The water is not refreshing. It is lukewarm, rusty, and bitter.
A great deal of time is spent applying patches and working to fix the holes, only to have another (or two, or three) punched into the makeshift container.
In spite of best efforts, the water drains out as quickly as it can be filled.
It is the cup that we have been given, but we could all use a new one.
Soon.
For now, it will be enough.
