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Click hereI am a pitcher. Maybe a carafe or decanter. No, nothing so exotic as that, I am a jug. A
plain brown jug.
Yes, thats it, I’m a jug. My point is, I am a vessel. OK, I am sure I lost you on that one. Answer the riddle with a query of your own.
What does a vessel do, what is its purpose? Yes! Right indeed. I have been constructed, somehow through genetic pre-disposition, to carry something.
I hold within myself an enormous capacity
to love. I am a bearer of love, if you will. What does a jug long to do? What is it’s sole
purpose?
To pour out it’s contents to a willing receptacle. To fill the cup, of someone
whom I love, would be a fitting analogy. My problems are multiple and complex in their
very nature.
What could possibly have a more saddening reality, than a jug full to the brim, with no one seeking a draught from it? How empty indeed, a brimming full jug with no one thirsty to receive it’s contents.
I wander through life, full to the very
brim, seeking someone to partake of my bounty. The cup I walk through life with hath not a single desire for the brimful content I yearn to pour upen her.
She thirsts not, for the sweet fulfillment, I long to give her. Her soul is parched, but she doesn’t thirst for me.
I steadily plod through life, seeking someone to pour myself on, but alas, there are none wishing to drink from my well.
There seems not to be a thirst longing to be
quenched from what I hold within.