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Cold Coffee
Some people like their coffee ice-cold. with lots of ice that soon melt but remained it cooling sensation. Some prefer it to be hot - seeping hot, only to buzz the tongue and awaken our mind from short slumber. I personally don't mind either - but it perks me whenever I, myself, left my hot coffee unattended and it turns cold.
There is something about it being left cold that I did not like but I drink it regardless.
Because it is mine. I am guilty of leaving it turns cold, there is just a nudge in me that say that I should not let it go to waste too. Plus, it is something that I personally make for me. Ironically, it is also me who left it, turning it into something that I found unpleasant but acceptable (could be by force at times) to my own throat.
The good, the bad
Life is a series of choice, no surprise. We open our eyes in the early morning (or noon.........or late afternoon lol), we soon confronted with choices - another 5 more minutes or just wake up and start our morning routine. Should we have coffee or tea (or milo)? Should we put one or two teaspoon of sugar? Should we wash our face before taking breakfast or not?
Again, choices. It extends from micro-things like these to extravagant things that could effect our life.
Should we live today, or should we just ... end things up?
Because everything is just a messed up choices - we never make a right one and we end up suffering. Life is a ball of tangled strings that we know not how to unravel it - or we chose not to do. Because it is easier to remain (or pretend) to be numb than picking every single pieces of our limbs, shattered parts, tangling mess that do not recognize it truer shapes.
Hey, no one ask you to make it into its original shape!?
So what if it shattered, entwine to unrecognizable state - I mean, so what?
So what if it shattered, entwine to unrecognizable state - I mean, so what?
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The Road Not Taken
Good choices - most probably bring us closer to happiness.
Bad choices - No one said its going to be a doom for us. It will most probably bring us closer to happiness too, but using different roads. Probably with a lot of hills, mountains, we might stumbled upon lion that tries to scare the hell out of us too. But no one said it is going to be a doom end for us.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken (1916) by Robert Frost
And here I am, sipping my hot-turned-cold Oldtown's Hazelnut coffee - hating it but kinda like that stronger bitter taste it left than when it is hot.