Glass Bottom

Sometimes you can look forward to something so much, and for so long, that you don't want it to actually happen. You stop wanting it to come quicker. You want the days to drag out, the hours to crawl, the seconds to slither at snail's pace. Because the quicker it comes the quicker it will be over. The first sip of a cold beverage is bliss; but as you drink deeper, each gulp brings you closer to an empty glass. But that's just what life is. Such an attitude is pointless, painful. You just have to savour it all the more, in the knowledge that it will come to an end.