Is the glass half full, or half empty?

I remember when I was first confronted with this classic head thumper.  In its purest form it’s supposed to be a thought-starter, a mental prod, if you will.  I always found it frustrating in that mind-bending chicken and egg sort of way.  Blame it on that other apropo glib and hackneyed phrase, the “quarter life crisis”, but of late I’ve been looking at the proverbial glass as a mere 1/4th of the way full.  To simply write me off as self-diagnosed pessimist would be presumptuous.  In the quarter-full glass I see potential.  I see a wide open space all set for hydrogen/oxygen co-mingling (or vodka — whichever you prefer).  

So here we are — a quarter of the way there.  A quarter-full glass.  No direction to move but up.