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A glass can be both half full and half empty. Kinda corny, but true.

We strive in the world for what we know not. We think we do with each goal, but it goes away to be immediately replaced by another. We are but self-aware energy transferers..working, working, working to keep ourselves alive, maintain our comfort levels, and entertain our minds.

I'm using a super computer here and it is overheating trying to figure out whether your post is a positive or negative. I think it's going to explode any minute.

Everything that rises must converge. (Chardin)
Everything begins in mysticism and ends in politics. (Peguy)
The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong; but time and chance happen to all. (Ecclesiastes)

Good or bad? Positive or Negative?

A glass can be both half full and half empty. Kinda corny, but true. — Posty McPostface

Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.

I'm using a super computer here and it is overheating trying to figure out whether your post is a positive or negative. I think it's going to explode any minute. — Bitter Crank

It depends. Do you like living in a world where you think that each goal seems like something to want but is really an illusion, and overall, we are just willing in a world of contingent forces. But you know, technology and projects, so don't think about it.

When it's harder to suffer than change, we change. :heart:

The crushed flower emits a lovely fragrance.

While the journey to the top floor of the building is hard, you have a better view than from the basement.

@Benkei
Have I told you lately what a beautiful person you are?
If I haven't, Benkei, you are a beautiful person~ :flower: :flower: :flower:

No matter where you are, or what you've done, or who you are, there is still hope. There is still someone who can see into your heart, pick you up when you can't go anymore, and loves when you think you can't be loved.

Love means nothing......to a tennis player.

Have I told you lately what a beautiful person you are?
If I haven't, Benkei, you are a beautiful person — ArguingWAristotleTiff

Oi! I saw his butt first.

A glass can be both half full and half empty. Kinda corny, but true. — Posty McPostface

I propose that the glass being half full or half empty depends on the direction it is headed. Like immigrate vs emigrate.

Sounds sensible, would agree with such a pragmatic distinction... But, since the fact of the matter is immediate perception of change, then an attitude of indifference is required first.

I propose that the glass being half full or half empty depends on the direction it is headed. Like immigrate vs emigrate. — ProbablyTrue

I think that it would be half full after being filled to that level, and half empty after being emptied to that level. So the direction of flow might have something to do with the problem.

"Wherever life plants you, bloom with grace."

-mural I just saw...

I think that it would be half full after being filled to that level, and half empty after being emptied to that level. So the direction of flow might have something to do with the problem. — Sir2u

I asked a Psychiatrist this question and his answer was fantastic! He said "If the glass is half empty or half way full doesn't matter much, I just drink it." :razz:

The optimist sees the glass half full, the pessimist sees it half empty, and a mom sees it as a glass that's going to get spilled one way or the other. :razz:

The optimist sees the glass half full, the pessimist sees it half empty, and a mom sees it as a glass that's going to get spilled one way or the other. :razz: — Waya

:rofl: Too true!!

Her Spirit Still Lives

The saddest of men once came to me
He swore that some things just could not be
They way that they seemed within his mind
So churlish this world with face unkind

His life had just gnawed feasting from within
His thoughts drained his soul and there seemed no end
An embodied sadness what remained severed life
Despair overwhelmed through day and through night

This world of mine he said to me
It's dark and dreary it's no place to be
There's nothing good here there's nothing good left
None to have or to hold my heart is bereft

Life isn't fair it's all just so cruel
Good's always fleeting a notion for fools
It is here that I asked what is it my friend
What's so damned bad that it never ends

For time and patience they will guarantee
That things will change for both you and me
Do not always fret at how things have been
Look from afar and maybe help this all end

Do what he exclaimed with furled brow
Look from afar what the hell how
Things are bad and that's how they've been
And facts like these they do not depend

Upon where we sit or our vantage point
It's not as if past events are disjoint
Those things were real and they happened to me
Just who are you to think you can see

Have you been to all the places I have
Do you feel my pain or forget how to laugh
You are not haunted by things lost in my past
It's a good thing too because you wouldn't last

As words escaped lips tears fell from his eyes
His story then began held me tight paralyzed
Twas a tale of true love and one deeply held
She was his life still so clearly spelled

They both had locks they both had keys
But neither had known just how to release
To set down the past in middle of road
That is the first step that so few can know

They showed each other how such a beautiful plight
Their keys fit the locks freeing each others' light
Before his words had ended I already knew
Clear to my mind this man's picture was true

I could hardly conceive before this man
What love could be like released from the hand
Until he spoke of her touch erasing his pain
Of a magical smile while his formed once again

Creating a valley that funneled those tears
Around mountains of cheeks recounting their years
Held with amazement my heart had grown fond
Of his story his life his deep love was beyond

My own understanding my eyes couldn't see
Until that is this man painted for me
The most beautiful mural of what love is like
Brush strokes of tenderness impressed in my mind

Soul mates they say like a hand in a glove
Every moment in time just being in love
The stories he shared while sitting with me
Recreated his life and of what love could be

When his words fell to silence I witheld tears
His pain had been grounded in all of those years
It had discolored his sight of what things could be
His past with her beautiful but a future without she

Had reminded him only of that which was lost
Her gentle light of all that was tossed
Off the script of his life those chapters had closed
The pages remaining were all empty prose

Do you see now wells still in his eyes
The cruelty of life has this heart compromised
Thoughts of her beautiful the edge of the knife
Her absence cuts happiness transforms love into strife

But my friend I spoke her affect is still here
Her touch is still with you her love's remained near
While I may not know her you've shown her to me
Her heart and yours things meant to be

Your keys fit her locks both hidden and known
Hers opened yours all of this it still shows
To this day her soul brings your face such a smile
Allowing her to light to live on for a while

My tribe is made up of you all here at TPF, an awesome group of "thinkers" from around the world. Thank you for including me in such an impressive group.

I'm glad I can sometimes come here and take a break from the world.