Coffee. Most people drink it in the morning for a surge of energy; they'll order from a beautiful cafe, but leave once they have their order in hands. it goes like this; walk in, line up, order, wait and then leave. They don't admire it's beauty, or the aestheitc interior - layout out neatly in specific places - bringing the whole place together. They have seats for a reason, but people don't use them, and instead walk straight out.
I come every morning and sit at the same table. A small two seated table by the large bay window, decorated nicely with plants and a candles, with the day softly lighting up the area. I do this out of wanting to, not because im being made to. It brings me peace, happiness, and gives me the surge of energy I need before a busy day at work.
The old books on the bookshelf, lying there, untouched and fragile. Beautifully, they sit and comfort the customers who regularly sit and enjoy the warmth of the cafe. These books are homely, making you feel like you never even left home, sometimes even your bed. The chairs, vintage and old, yet still stylish and fitting, were all neatly placed around the tables; some circular, some square, but all still so aesthetically pleasing. The lighting was subtle and soft, They weren't bright white lights, but rather a soft, but not dingy, yellow light. It felt kind, and possibly welcoming, as some people would often take a seat and come again when they had time. It was nice seing new people become old regulars, but never boring I must say.
I believe the most boring people are the ones who always have their heads stuck in their phones. They are so busy being interested in what people like about them, they forget what they like about themselves. One day, i wish that one day, people finally look around them and forget about the internet, instead they meet up with friends, maybe family, and enjoy spending a day together. No calls, no text and no recent updates about unecessary things.
I however, would return to my seat and watch as people enjoy the day and smile. Order my coffee, or maybe a tea, and a slice (or two) of cake, and admire the cafe - My second home. Why, you may ask - because coffee, and tea, taste better when your somewhere like home.
This cafe has taught me lot of essential life lessons. I am no longer afraid or my time coming to an end, but I've learned to enjoy each day as they come. I no longer worry of what will come tomorrow, or about if i can meet the deadline of my project, I simply take each day as one individual day. Zero expectations, but very many hopes and dreams. When I am gone, I am surely going to return to this place, as I have handed my heart and soul to it, and I will forever be here. For now, I will simply enjoy the coffee, and shall return each day to the warmth I very much enjoy.
