Not Half Full, Not Half Empty

Sipping from my silver chalice,

The red liquor that kept shrinking.

A sip after another, after another,

As I forlornly kept drinking.

I knew it was going to end,

The source to quench my thirst.

And, my woeful mind kept thinking,

Making the current scenario worst.

What was going to happen now?

Why did everything seem so strange?

Where was this future going to take me now?

Was I ready for yet another change?

"No, no you aren't," said my subconscious.

It was already answering my doubts,

Already taking a negative approach,

Sending my mind to wander the painful route.

I picked up the foggy glass bottle again.

Opened it to poured in some more wine.

And, I realized that I was the one in control!

That I could make the future worse or fine!

My shimmering chalice wasn't half full,

And it definently wasn't half empty!

It was full of my trials and efforts.

And full of the space that helped me grow plenty.

Uncertain or not, the future was going to come.

I might as well remove my doubts and woes.

Because, however dreaded the situation arises,

I will still have more opportunities to grow.