There’s a sense of comfort in coffee for me. We all take it for granted, but I remember darker, colder days where a cup of weak coffee from McDonald’s was my only source of warmth.
The cold would seep into my bones and the wind would slice into my soul. Reality was harsh back then and I wondered if that would be all that my life amounted to.
We all have dreams and desires. I think we all want to accomplish something — to matter. To be important to someone in our lives. But when you have no one who cares about your well-being, it’s really hard.
The world is a cold, cruel, and dark place filled with tragedy, horrors, and pain. Yet there’s always a balance. During that cold time, a hot cup of weak coffee was the warm moment.
It would heat my body and my soul, reminding me that there’s a season for the coldness.
