Coffee is often times my closest friend. A feeling of reminiscence that draws me back down to earth.
It is true that I really enjoy the taste of coffee. I love trying new types and experimenting with all the different flavors and varieties. My favorite still is a dark deep roast that has a slightly natural sweet taste with no cream.
But another aspect of coffee for me is the tradition of the act. The social significances of the symbol of coffee. What it means to have a cup of coffee, not so much as the drinking of the liquid but the social meaning. Throughout my life I have shared coffee with so many significant people that have influenced who I am. In the morning the first thing I do is start brewing a humble pot as my morning ritual. But in truth it helps me hold on to who I am and lets me remember how I got to where I am.
When I sip the morning coffee out of my old mug I see all the unwashed stains of the previous forgotten cups I’ve drank in the past. These reflect my own parts of my life, and I reminisce of all the other times I’ve shared coffee with others and their “stains” upon me.