The Cup

You see this goblet?

For me this glass is already broken.

I enjoy it.

I drink out of it.

It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns.

If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it.

But when I put this glass on a shelf and the wind knocks it over, or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, 'Of course.'

When I understand that this glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious. Every moment is just as it is, and nothing need be otherwise.