As I sopped up the wine with a cloth, I decided this was a fitting metaphor for my life. My cup was not half empty, nor was it half full. It was spilled. But what exactly did that mean? Was I throwing away my life? Or was my life spinning outside of my control? Was it draining away as I tried to get it back, possibly employing even such desperate measures as licking it off the counter?
I would have meditated on this possibly important observation further, if not for three important factors:
1. I am not a deeply analytical person.
3. There was enough wine left in the bottle for a second glass.
Do you, dear reader, enjoy pondering deeply, or even lightly and fluffily, into the meaning of life? I turn to anyone who might be reading this to offer his or her insight. I await, glass in hand, any knowledge you have to share.