When does the sacred ritual of “having a coffee” start?
For me it often starts the minute I leave the train and head towards the place where a heroic barista will be preparing a sublime beverage for me.
“Having a coffee” transcends the actual climactic act of taking that first sip.
There’s so much more to it all.
The interaction with friends, soaking up the vibe, experiencing the ambiance and derivative background muzak— All of that contributes to “having a coffee.”
Even when you put down your empty cup you are still actively having coffee with a friend, because there’s a latency in the experience that only gets committed to archived memory much later.
So much of our lives and enjoyment thereof hinge not only on holding the filled cup but also on putting down the empty cup and the anticipation before there even is a cup.
Without emptiness, we can’t experience fulness.
Are we so often embarking on a quest towards chasing down happiness as “somethingness” that we miss happiness within the emptiness?”
A full recovery from physical wounds implies “scars.”
The wounds heal, but scars stay.
The are not painful for the greater part.
But when you do happen to glance upon them you might recall the event that caused the wound.
These reminders of wounds will always stay with us.
Most people I know wear their scars as badges that show they have lived.
If you experienced any form of mental trauma it will also form a “scar” of sorts, a proverbial scar.
And whilst you may heal, function within acceptable parameters and proceed with your life, those unseen reminders of bad things will also stay.
Bear in mind that scars grow back as thicker skin, there’s a lot of potential analogy in there!
Whichever way you would like to perceive scars of any type—They are part of your life.
You can either allow scars to dictate weakness or strength each time you observe them.
It took a tough little girlfriend to reinforce this fundamental truth for me.
My first real high-school crush was a gorgeous albeit slightly “tomboyish” blonde girl.
Her one arm sported a thick red scar.
She occasionally referred to it as being her “badass look!”
She also said that the scar didn’t make her think of the fall, it was a reminder that she managed to “get up again!”
Opinion is vain, it expects a reflection.
I had already pitched my tent for the night when the Audi pulled in.
The 5 guys in the car were big, and the Audi’s suspension was already taxed by age and neglect.
They succeeded in lowering the car to such an extent that I wondered about the ride quality—Let alone any safety concerns.
A huge but well-travelled tent was clumsily erected between alternating sessions of drinking and smoking.
The revels carried on into the wee hours of the morning.
Somehow all of us eventually scrounged up a few hours of sleep.
The next morning found me a bit ragged around the edges but a cup of good coffee alleviated some of the lethargy.
When I was packed and ready to go The Party of 5 started stirring.
I decided to hang around for a while and make another coffee.
The big cumbersome tent disappeared into the car’s trunk with unexpected ease and speed.
When all 5 were settled into their respective seats the launch window started.
Firing up the engine was a bit of a mission.
After three failed attempts the guy who was riding shotgun got out, popped the hood and fiddled with some wires.
I imagined a World War 1 pilot telling his ground crew to turn the propeller.
Someone surely could have yelled “contact!”
That’s when a cloud of smoke signalled the Audi’s return to life.
The driver put his trusty steed into gear and they drove off—All smiles!
For some strange reason I still remember the first word that came to mind.
These 5 men almost appeared to be “triumphant.”
I also remember thinking how much fun and laughter surfaced that night.
They didn’t have much…but they sure knew how to have a good time.
When I revisited these memories not long ago it finally dawned on me though…
We often think people manage “despite having very little.”
Quite often though the indomitable human spirit says “No, that’s not it.”
“What they had at that moment wasn’t much, but it was enough!”