Glass half-empty or just cracked

I could have sworn I just emptied the dishwasher for the sixteenth zillionth time, and no, the detergent did not stick to a one of my glasses. I always love that, when my dishwasher and sudsy bad-for-the-environment-but-hey, look-clean glasses...make me realize how lucky I am in this day and age.

To look at one's life, everything held certain and sacred, then decide wow, God must have a better plan. And to keep looking at those glasses and thinking, goodness oh, God has a really really better plan. Uh oh.

I have faith, that's never been denied yo! And the discomfort of crossroads, I've bridged a choice or two. Only peace comes in knowing I'll some day have that deathbed, that biology thankfully upholds. I'll look back, and know. Everything happens for a reason, even the cowardice, even the bold.

Uh oh.