An empty glass brimming with potential through its absence of water. Your thirst has built up because you haven’t had anything in a while. You can’t wait to experience it again, the past has taught you that it will be satisfying. You pour into it, gleefully anticipating taking a sip.

The water seems possessed of purpose, shimmering as you pour, it sings an appeasing melody as it fills the glass to the brim.

You take a sip and it was everything you wanted. You can’t help yourself, you start drinking it in, in your rush to experience it all you don’t leave a second to enjoy it, instead swallowing without tasting, without experiencing.

In the end the glass is once again empty, but where it used to hold endless potential, it now serves no purpose. Where it used to be a source for future joy, it now serves as a reminder of a future annoyance. You must deal with the empty glass, it’s unclean, it needs to be dealt with.

You’re left wondering if there was any point to it at all, maybe you should’ve let it be, and not poured initially.