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When I think of the glass of water that I draw from the ocean, I realize how much I have often overestimated the contents of this glass. It is a small, limited section of an immeasurable whole. In my daily thoughts, worries and experiences, I have clung to this glass as if it were the only measure of my life. But while I concentrate on the water - on my family, my job, my friendships - I block out the infinite depth of the ocean without realizing it. I have lost myself in the illusion of reality, with a limited understanding of what is real. This glass of water seems so important to me that I often forget that behind it lies a vast world that I can only imagine. I pay attention to what is in my glass and forget that I am part of a much larger structure. I experience moments when I lose myself in thought and question my reality. But it is these painful insights that show me that I can be much more than what I fantasize about in my glass. The urge to lift and look at the glass has often made me linger while the water lives and flows in it, but I haven't thought enough about what lies outside of it. The glass is like a prison that shackles me to a place where I feel safe, but far from true existence.