A glass of water

Cold it was, this glass of water on a hot day. screams and shouts as usual in the nearby market. people coming and going hustling and bustling, buying and selling. the glass of water stood still, in an eternal wait to fulfill its distant fate, for someone to come along and drink it. you could feel the slow passage of time, you would think ages has passes, the roman empire rising and falling before a single drop of the accumulated vapor slides down with a patient sliding manner.

One should ask himself, should we waste the glass of water by drinking it, or should we waste the glass of water by not drinking it. Reflections of ones life is admissible.