I go through life with a cup on my lap.

The liquid inside is not important.

It could be anything or everything I adore.

Ranging from a calming tea to an invigorating iced drink.

What I need for that very moment or immediate future.

I want to have it with me when I need it the most.

***

I navigate the bumps and cracks.

Cup balanced on my lap as I drive along.

Desperately trying to keep that liquid from falling out.

Slow enough to be careful but fast enough to get where I’m going.

A balance between speed and progress.

Trying to not lose what is precious to me.

***

If I pick my eyes up from the bumpy ground and look carefully, I see that everyone has their own cup.

Some carry it easier than I do.

Better balanced and more able

Some lack the attention or talent though.

Too hurried and energetic.

Lost to feed the cracks between the bricks we all pass over.

***

What is in your cup?

I hope it brings joy when you are most lacking.

Calm when the world fails chaotic.

Above all I hope it is there when you need it.

Protected from loss.

Full when you reach your destination.