the glass within

I learnt something from a jackie chan and jet li movie the other day it made me think on a deeper scale if you have watched the forbidden kingdom perhaps you know about the part when he talks about the cup being full of knowledge and not being able to pour anymore in .
if a glass is full then you cannot add more into it without it spilling over.
in order to add more you must first empty the glass the trick is not to emptying by pouring it out but by swallowing the liquid in the glass first and then filling it some more.

I think my heart is that same way I pour the bad things in a corner of my heart where the knives have pierced it and this pain builds and builds to the point it spills over out my eyes. each time I empty the cup of pain through tears and honesty everytime I move on from a let down when I let it all go I allow more room in my heart for more knives to bring the tears to my eyes again. The problem is when you get filled with pain there is no room left for love.

with love the cup is never full we can never love enough people but sometimes we can feel as though we have invested all the love we have in a cup for one person and when we are depressed over that love its as though the cup inside can do nothing but spill over our tears and we think we love them too much and yet the glass inside fills with more love through every tear we shed.

our capacity for love and pain does it have a true limimt ? is there a class wide and tall enough to hold all the tears we cry due to love and pain?
and is there a glass wide and tall enough to contain all the love we hold inside throughout a life time.

I am trying to learn how to empty the cup without making a splash without hurting those I love and cherish without staining a by stander with the liquid inside the glass I am attempting to empty.

I have a bad habit of hurting the ones I love the most I will share a song I cant seem to get out my head there are words that are just took heart breaking and yet true why is it the ones we share our heart the most with are often the ones we never get to hold on to.