Sunday, 5 May 2013

WordPress Daily Prompt: The Glass

Is the glass half-full or half-empty?


I think you can work that one out for yourself. Is this glass of good Swiss wine, grown from grapes in the hilly regions of Switzerland, probably at the side of a Lake somewhere, half-full or half-empty? That is a difficult one to guess because a wine glass is never filled to the brim and according to the quality can be emptied quite quickly. However, I do not drink alcoholic beverages so it would remain full on my table. I just take a sip to be polite, and have usually about a spoonful in my glass, after all someone has to drive home.

Getting to the basic problem, how do you look at a glass of water or to get even nearer to the meaning, are you an optimist or pessimist or a little bit of both. If you are a little bit of both, then do not put anything in the glass, it will only get complicated.

For me the glass is always half full, in a figurative way of speaking. I live on the basis that it can only get better. I have broken my left arm twice, but I knew it would mend eventually. With a little help of about twelve screws and a metal plate, my arm is again fully joined together. I even have an interesting scar to prove it. So there is my optimism, I have fun having a long scar stretching from the shoulder to the elbow. I tell you, at a party you are always the centre of attention, especially if you are wearing a sleeveless dress. It is a real source of interesting questions “How did you do that” etc. etc. Summer is a good time for scars when wearing t-shirts: people looking at you with sympathy in their eyes and offering you a seat on the bus if it is full. Or do they offer me a seat because of the salt and pepper colour sprinkling in my hair – who knows?

I have perhaps been lucky in life that I have had no tragedy, live in a country that is war-free and have never been mugged on the street or injured in a serious accident. Perhaps under those circumstances my happy-go-lucky outlook on life might change.

My purse containing my Swiss identity card and all my credit cards was once stolen in a train when I was on my way to the airport to fly to London. I had to break the journey and return home, as further travel was not possible. Not a pleasant experience, but I survived. We have things called insurance, no bones were broken and I managed to block my credit cards within a half hour of having them stolen. My identity card was renewed two weeks later. Some money was lost, about two hundred swiss francs, but in such a situation you perhaps realise how lucky you are to be able to talk about it afterwards. Another plus point: everyone is sympathetic afterwards and feels sorry for you. You see the glass is filling up again.

So another day draws to an end, I survived and the sun is shining at the moment. And if it was cold and snowing and icy, I would probably just read a book and wait for the ice to thaw.


  1. Whenever something is getting me down, I try to remind myself that it is probably trivial compared to many in this world who are homeless or starving or in the middle of a war-zone. Then I remember how lucky I am.

  2. yep as I said on word press, we think alike. Your glass is nicer than mine though, remind me to take out the good crystal glasses and wash them first before attempting to post a picture of a glass with red wine again. *grins*