Saturday, November 26, 2005
4:13 AM
Before I tuck in, I thought I should share the story of the coffe theory I came up with.
When a coffee is brewed at the right temperature, mixed at the right degree and texture of milk, and brewed with the right fineness of the coffee, the coffee will be the best.
Thus, when that coffee is brewed well and served to a customer who appreciates coffee like I do, they will always come back for more. Always wanting each cup of coffee taken to be the best they had, or as good as the first they had when they entered the shop as a total stranger.
Yet, once, the coffee is brewed by another person, and brews the worst coffee, the person will not come as often as they would. Yet, the next time they visit, they always hope that worst coffee will become as good as the first coffee they had when they first sat in. Everytime, each coffee worst as the other, yet the person cherishes and hopes that one day the coffee will be as good as the first.
That hope, makes them yearn. Makes them think about the past tasting. So much hope.
And this, reflects back to human. Prescisely, each detail.
We humans go through many happy memories or once had a good memory with that someone. Yet when the bad sitaution comes and turn the tables, the person still hopes everytime there was a "chance", that it might be back as the old times.
Its hard to just drop that specific good memory, yet everytime that worst "coffee" takes place, it shatters everything. But end of the day, we still carry hope that that "coffee originality" will still come back. Sometimes it does, but most times, it has already disappeared, no matter how much hope we carry.
Coffee is just like emotions. Such delicate and vulnerable. One wrong move, shatters everything.
Just like me, I like to look back at those memories and smile. Yet whenever that situation appears in my head it shatters everything. Lingering memories always hurt most.
When I fall down down, no one is ever there to catch me. Yet, each of these falls, and the crawling process, makes me more stronger. Dark times is harder than seeing the light shining so beautifully, like an angel from the sky, giving u the warmth that we yearn for.
Someday, I might be gone without notice. But I know, Ive tried my best.
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