Coffee. Coffee is the base for every good writing session. For every time when words flow freely; it begins with coffee. The best way to provoke imagination and creativity, and to let the emotions come forth without stopping. Coffee.
So many good memories associated with coffee, and I wish that I could go back and relive any of them. Any one memory that involves coffee, because they are all good. Coffee with friends, coffee while relaxing, coffee while blogging in a foreign country.
Nothing negative. And everything feels negative right now. I am broken, and becoming complacent. Not necessarily satisfied with the current situation, but not caring enough to change it. I am on the verge of being numb. Watching cars go by, yet not noticing any one of them. Aware o people around me talking and sipping their coffee and messing with their phones, yet I still stare blankly out the window.
What is life but a place made of nothing that can't really exist? And yet it does, and we do. It is a beautiful, beautiful place. Badly broken, yet thoroughly beautiful. Thoroughly: an adjective. Meaning exhaustively complete, painstakingly accurate or careful, absolute, utter. Life is thoroughly beautiful, isn't it? Created ever so carefully by a single word from the creator.
And yet, so badly broken. So painful, so numb we become in this beautiful place. But why? Why do we become numb and complacent and oblivious to the pain around us and in us, when there are snowflakes and butterflies, caribou and tall sticks sticking out of the ground? The sticks are alive, you know. They grow and change and give us fruit to enjoy. And yet, we take it for granted, focusing only on the pain in our soul, almost relishing it, ignoring any possibility for change simply because we do not see an easy route for which change could come. So we do nothing. We notice nothing. We become nothing. We are nothing.
It is a sad concept, really, yet so prevalent. You can not argue it, can you? You are included in this generalization, as am I. What is different today than it was yesterday? What is different today than was last week, last month, or last year? What has changed? What have you changed? My guess is that you have done nothing. Nothing to make the world a better place. Nothing to even make your world a better place, simply because you don't know what to do. So you do nothing.
Coward.
We are broken, of which I'm the worst. Yet I realize it, and you are convinced you are whole.
You are broken. You are broken, and you are a coward.
I am complete, I have direction, I have a dream, I have hope. This hope could be yours, but you are stagnant and have no desire to change.
I love people, I do. But I am not like them. Why am I so different, that I seek change? I seek to be better, do better, make the world better. They put me down; I start to become like them. But I refuse. I refuse to give in to the temptation to do nothing because I can not do everything. I will do something. And I will start with changing who I am. I will make the world beautiful by being in it, because I will be beautiful. I can not restore your faith in humanity, but I can be someone's faith in humanity. I can be one person that proves that everyone is not the same.
You could too, but you have lost hope in humanity, and you insist on being part of humanity. You and every other soul in the world. We are so few. Why, oh why. What has become of us that we all insist on being the same? We all insist on being nothing.
Life is so beautiful. Look at that artwork. Someone created that. Some beautiful, broken soul that needed a way to express the hurt in their soul. Look at the architecture. Someone built that. Someone saw that something needed to be done; that there was a need, and so they built a house. They used their imagination while doing it, too. And see those cars? Those stop lights? The roads and businesses? Those were all someone's idea. They saw something that needed to be changed and they did it. They knew that we needed transportation. They saw the roadways needed rules. They saw that people needed work and things needed to be made. And they worked hard, and they made this world what it is. Are you making the world what it is, or is it, with or without you? What is the point of living in this world, if we are just living our lives doing nothing, living day to day as if nothing matters, as if nothing is beautiful, as if no one exists but us and our world?
Why? Why can't we be more?
Look outside. Do you see that? Do you see the beauty? Could you do that? Could you make those trees? Could you make the sky, the clouds, those little birds with thousands of webbed feathers? Could you make the song that they sing? If you can, teach me your ways. Because I am nothing, and more likely than not, you are nothing. We are one of seven billion people on the planet, and we think we have a right to anything.
God made us for something. We have purpose. We can do something. And yet we choose to do nothing.
This world is sick.
God I love coffee.
This world is so beautiful. This song is beautiful. Brokenness Aside. Life is beautiful. Jesus is beautiful. Rambling thoughts are beautiful. So are snowflakes, and crisp cold, and crinkly, smiley eyes, grey haired couples that have stood the test of time and loved unconditionally. People who give, people who love without return, people who choose to see beyond their own self and their own little world. Broken people are beautiful, because they are the ones who become beautiful. When they let God heal them, the broken people become the most beautiful.
Everyone is broken, everyone is beautiful. But who will choose to be more than the average nobody? I will. I choose to live. Because I don't just want to be alive, I want to live.
Every car I see outside is being driven by someone. Each someone has a story. Each someone is broken, and each someone is beautiful. Each someone needs someone to restore their faith in humanity, yet each someone could choose to be someone else's restored faith in humanity.
Do you realize the power you have? Do you realize that you can change the world, starting with you? Stop doubting. Why do you doubt you have power? Why do you doubt that the one who is in you is larger than the nothing of the world?
God, people are stupid.
Coffee is good. Ciao.
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