Walking into your favorite coffee shop, the smell of freshly roasted beans hits your olfactory receptors. The familiar smell reminds you of the many trips to this fine establishment. You take a seat at your table and wait for the waitress to deliver your brew. Opening your laptop, you begin checking your emails, anticipating the arrival of your beverage.
Brushing away thoughts of being a coffee junkie, you keep sifting through the bullshit in your inbox with the same fever as always, asking yourself the existential questions like what you’re still doing at this office job. Finally your coffee arrives with a familiar smile. You smile in response and express your gratitude. Staring at the coffee on the table, your mind begins to imagine how this Monday morning brew will taste compared to the last.
You raise the cup to your mouth and take your first sip. Bang! The vile taste of charcoal toast hits your brain like a nuclear torpedo. Your throat seizes up, and your eyes squint like a vice gripping a 100 gsm sheet of A4. The desire to let the world know about your putrid experience overwhelms you as you remember a chapter from a book you read last night by Ryan Holiday.
You have a decision in front of you: suck it up or begin displaying pussy-like tendencies and letting the world know about your problems. Will this experience define you? Will you leave the coffee, or will you drink it to the last drop?
Reality is full of challenges. Will a cup of coffee influence the rudder angle?
Chur Bruv,