𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭






I woke up this morning floating in a glass half full and half empty wondering if I'd fly or drown.

I dragged myself out of bed, checked my email (let the Women's Day offers keep coming!), killed a cockroach that was walking right towards me (after having an internal debate of 'how different am I if I just kill whatever scares me'), tripped on my shoelaces and somehow got out the door alive (cockroaches kill nearly 3000 people per year or am I being dramatic?).


I walked my usual path while trying to find a balance between being grateful and striving for more than I have. I leisurely walked past people rushing to work, running (I only run when I'm being chased or chasing a food truck), going to yoga, playing with their kids and having a staring contest with their phone screens.


In the midst of all the ordinary and daydreaming about singing on stage with Rihanna, I came across a Talabat delivery man feeding the birds his breakfast/dinner.

(Please excuse my photography skills, I'd like to blame it on my extremely drowsy state and poor-quality camera)


I stood and watched the scene, mainly the expression on his face. Was he striving for more? Was he grateful? Was he content, looking forward to his day? What drove this kind of kindness? Was it a ritual? Is it that he understood the struggle? Or were these birds just mirrors?

After a few seconds, I decided I didn't need to understand the 'why'.


I walked off with my glass neither half full nor half empty but full of heart.


"You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute"

-Mitch Albom

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