There’s something about espresso. Something aside from the fact that a mere commodity made popular by the media and today’s society that distinguishes it amongst other things. Something incredulous that requires a justification for spending exorbitant sums of cash in brief periods of time on a mere drink. There’s something about sipping that cold, mixed drink containing all too much caffeine on a chilly day where you could wear a T-shirt but it’s just windy enough to bring your coat along as a safeguard. There’s something, just a little thing, about looking straight ahead down the street you’ve spent three varied years on and no longer seeing setbacks and roadblocks; but realizing that you can be more than just yourself, and as you sit there, inhaling the cool air and watching the sun set after a long, hard day, and understanding that you’re not alone, and you never truly will be. And you spend the afternoon there, not really paying attention to life or the people passing you by wondering what business you had at the end of that street, sitting there and talking and opening up like nothing else matters to someone you didn’t see yourself sharing anything with.
You have that moment where you look up and you comprehend you aren’t just a piece of paper in a stack of others waiting to be judged. And even so, when that day comes what will happen, will be, and life will continue on. You have that moment when an indescribable weight is lifted because you understand your sad story isn’t just a sad story. It’s a beginning. It’s all a new beginning. And to think, something so beautiful can come out of a mere beverage you paid $7.06 for on that street you spent an afternoon on—a chapter of your life on. There’s that feeling of security that no eloquent words in the English language can begin to depict. So we must settle for trite words and warped images on canvas, for that is all we are capable of.
When it boils down to it, money is just paper, and your resume is just a paper, but when you look into the actual fabric of our being, into the very depth of our souls and into the blood that flows through us, you don’t see a beautifully aligned column of bullet points and objectives. You don’t see a copy of a copy of a copy. You see who makes up those pages, those stories. And getting to know someone so genuinely to know them aside from all of the superficiality and facades… there’s something about that.