There was a man who loved
coffee
he drank three, four, sometimes five cups a day.
He would feel his day unworthwhile,
when that buzz of
caffeine
When the chemical was not driving his engine,
all the information on the websites and books
would suddenly feel so uninteresting.
One day he no longer felt that buzz
no matter how much he drank.
No longer able to enjoy his day to day life,
he took a vacation,
which gave him a new buzz.
The world was suddenly interesting again.
And not because of the coffee.
But because he was doing something new.
He vowed to no longer use coffee as a means to enjoy life.
From now on he would experience new things
for that aim.
He took vacation after vacation.
Making new "friend" after new "friend".
Until it was finally his time to die.
When his sister asked him beside his bed,
"You had a good life, brother."
The man began affirming this point, almost erratically.
"I had a good life."
"I was... I am! happy!"
He uttered such statements over and over.
"What is the final thing that you would like, my brother?"
No rumination was required.
The answer was clear.
But it took him some time to answer.
"A coffee. Just one coffee."
he drank three, four, sometimes five cups a day.
He would feel his day unworthwhile,
when that buzz of
When the chemical was not driving his engine,
all the information on the websites and books
would suddenly feel so uninteresting.
One day he no longer felt that buzz
no matter how much he drank.
No longer able to enjoy his day to day life,
he took a vacation,
which gave him a new buzz.
The world was suddenly interesting again.
And not because of the coffee.
But because he was doing something new.
He vowed to no longer use coffee as a means to enjoy life.
From now on he would experience new things
for that aim.
He took vacation after vacation.
Making new "friend" after new "friend".
Until it was finally his time to die.
When his sister asked him beside his bed,
"You had a good life, brother."
The man began affirming this point, almost erratically.
"I had a good life."
"I was... I am! happy!"
He uttered such statements over and over.
"What is the final thing that you would like, my brother?"
No rumination was required.
The answer was clear.
But it took him some time to answer.
"A coffee. Just one coffee."