It’s like we’ve got these cups in our life.
One for family, and one for friends, and one for work, and one for a love—
and any one of these cups can be so full that it’s literally running over,
but the part that runneth over doesn’t runneth over into any of the other cups.
Excess work-juice doesn’t fill up an empty family cup,
any more than an abundance of friendships can fill up an empty love cup.
Which is maddening and a little unfair, but probably, just as it should be.