I want to treat you as my friend whom I’m having coffee with, a friend who's close to me, my confidante, my partner in crime. While I look at the coffee pic I uploaded, my mouth starts to water. The coffee in my old jar is calling me. But so much for that! Cravings are there sometimes to be ignored for they are always major cause of delay, aren't they? (But wait, uh, here I go again, just wait, I'll fix a cup of y'know...)
Anyway, I started with this blog with one thing in mind. And that is to share what coffee gives me. Not addiction, my friend…but inspiration. It is as if nostalgia comes approaching when I drink coffee anytime of the day, using my favorite ceramic cup. With my feet up on the bed, my chunky pillow on my lap, my favorite note pad on top of it and my fave pen on my grip (1.0 as my preferred felt tip)….I am ready to take on my journey.
To tell you honestly, I cannot express the logical reason as to how I can get inspirations while drinking coffee. Uncanny? Well, to give you a little background of myself, I’ve been living independently since I started working in Manila and I miss my family to death that I always remember sharing little moments with them every morning, mid afternoon and late in the evening having coffee. We shared familiar laughters, at times with relatively different opinions about certain problems and concerns: school projects, bills, latest happenings on the lives of our relatives (oops, don’t get this wrong, mostly with good intention), heartbreaks…We also used to talk about the FUTURE… The future which happens to be NOW.
NOW. I am alone. They are alone, somewhere. My mom on her own, and my dad on his own. In just a snap, having coffee is no more than a typical culture that we unconsciously learned to be familiar with. Maybe while they are taking a sip of it at exactly the same time, I am also having mine. Who knows? And maybe while I think of the usual times we had, the same thing happens as they devour the aroma and the familiar bitterness and sweetness it gives. FAMILY.
As I take the last drop, I am certain that one time or another, we are going to be gathered again, the three of us. Maybe with creases on our skin, holding our favorite ceramic coffee mugs, spending the remaining days with laughter and forgiveness and thanksgiving.
Anyway, I am getting far too dramatic, am I not? J But I wish my message is clear: There maybe troubles in your lives, but you are not the only one in that plight. Find to have that inspiration, collect them one by one. No matter how big or small. Be thankful. Feel blessed for every situation of your life. You may find what you have been looking for.
For me, I found blessing… it’s FAITH.
