Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee
People might wonder—what could have possibly led me to even approach the thought of ending my own life? The answer is simple: life happens.
Three hundred sixty-five days a year—sometimes, on rare occasions, 366. Each day, 24 hours unfold, carrying us through morning, afternoon, and night. Life happens and made me ask myself:
Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?
Some might ask again—how tragic could my life possibly be? The truth is not, not in the way it would be for someone who, at 46, dies in a car accident after sharing that nothing is more foolish than dying in one.. This tragic occurrence belongs to Albert Camus, who asked himself: Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?—a phrase that carries an odd sense of comfort for those who have read it.
My question is : What is your cup of coffee?
We can feel everything all at once— The exhaustion of wearing down the future by overthinking it. Life can be overwhelming and scary, since nothing is permanent which is paradoxically relieving in certain moments.
When life feels like drowning in waves too dangerous to swim through,
When life feels like the weight of an immense sadness on a cloudy Sunday,
When life feels like spilling coffee on your white shirt at 8:30 AM when you were supposed to leave at 8:00... What is your cup of coffee?
Being literal this time not as mentioning killing myself implying a discomfort in life, my cup of coffee is my daily cup of coffee.
The one I make sure to drink in silence—very warm and freshly brewed from my Italian coffee machine. Suddenly it feels like I’m stepping into a coffee shop—but even better, no overpriced Americanos, no crowds. Just my own cup of coffee by the open window. It takes me about 10 to 20 minutes to finish, and during that time, it’s just me, fully present in the moment.
Any problem that kept my past self awake all night becomes a problem for my future self, but for those 10-20 minutes, the problem disappears. My cup of coffee is a luxury. It’s comfortable and constant—a daily pleasure.
In a life full of:
Constant change
Happy hearts
Broken hearts
Busy days
Boring days
Dreams and fears
What is your cup of coffee?
What is a daily pleasure in your life, the kind that for those 10-20 minutes can keep you grounded and remind you that there is always comfort in discomfort.