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Life in a Cup of Coffee

Sitting alone at a table on a coffee shop that’s filled with people i didn't know, my thoughts begun to wander. These are the times when one’s thoughts speak louder than any other voice there is. These are the times when one can listen to them, a time off against the craziness of the world that surrounds him. A breather, and quite appropriately, a coffee break from life itself.

Though essential, these moments seem to get harder and harder to come by. They seem so precious now and too short lived. I wonder when I would get the same number of chances that i had when I was younger. Oh well, that’s another road I’d rather not go down to as it is too nostalgic.

I wonder if others are also feeling this same sentiment. I try to look at the many unknown faces sitting just like me and those that walk pass by. They are a mix of varied characters, of different ages and different statures, painted in different lines of emotions and thoughts.

Some of these faces would exemplify wisdom that comes from age, or innocence from youth. I see faces tinged with concern and those with carefree smiles. They carry all sorts of attachments from their everyday lives that you tend to get lost from all the varieties that could be present in such a small space where people buy and sell such a pleasantly simple drink. All these varieties could manifest in more myriad of ways, of varying degrees of showmanship and interactions, yet all of them remain humane and comfortable like a cozy home. All of them would have the feeling of familiarity, for these are the same things we’ve either have gone through or will go through, one time or another.

After all the differences that we have, and the silly things that we do both to ourselves and to others, part of us remain pleasantly similar. We could be as varied as the number of hello’s and goodbye’s that are being said at a cafe's table, part of us remain humanely similar and as common as the cup of coffee that we so love.


original date: 2010-11-07
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