A Cup of Pure Coffee

I'm not quite a real coffee lover.

For me since yesterday, drinking coffee is always about for the sake of its caffein that would make me awake, or for socializing with others.

My favorite coffee for socializing, came from Starbucks and Coffee Bean: Caramel Frappucinno, Dark Cherry Mocha, or Black Forrest.

And if it was for the sake of those caffein, it would always about a coffee from small coffee stall at my campus: caramel macchiato or kahlua and cream. It never ceased to help me staying awake along school hours, after those long sleepless editing night.

Another favorite coffee of mine since high school, always be coffeemix :)

Believe it or not, I never drank a black and pure coffee before. I just couldn't. Didn't suit my taste at all..., I prefer something light and blended, or at least sweet and contain milk and cream inside.

But, somehow yesterday, when I was staying at one coffee shop here in Yogyakarta, doing the editing in the middle of #galauness (restless), I chose to have my first pure coffee. Red Eye Toraja, two shot of strong expresso.

Black... Dark...

and bitter.

At first, my sense seemed can't take it. I almost couldn't enjoy its taste.

I tried to put a sachet of sugar, but it didn't give any effect.

But somehow I kept drinking it until its last drop.

I didn't really know why.

It just felt like, I wanted to endure it.

Because after all..., behind its bitterness, something good laid down and waited to be discovered.

I just had to find it.

Wasn't life like that? :)

Thinking about my current condition and feeling, when I felt world was conspiring to make me down.

Thinking about my current restless mind that kinda drove me insane

The coffee was black and dark, ... as dark as my heart recently, when all the shine and positive energy seemed away, replaced by unsureness and jealousy. Literally, yet allegory.

The coffee was bitter... as bitter as these feeling that made my heart numb.

The sugar I put had no effect, as it represent, no matter I tried to make it sweeter, sometimes there was condition that wouldn't turn into as good as I'm hoping about.

But oh well, when I think of it again, life is so pathetic if you always get what you want

So I kept drinking it.

It didn't suit my usual taste, but I didn't mean that I couldn't take it.

Life is not always about doing something for the sake of something, nor for socializing only.

I needed to endure it and found what's good that waits to be discovered behind its bitterness.

It's life anyway, afterall.

And so I knew... I would move on

Soon after I finished those cup of coffee...

This post is dedicated for my best friend, Auliya Rahman aka Olly :)

I have no need to say words, but indeed a good friend is priceless :)