A Cup of Coffee, Carrying Life’s Bitterness and Softness
Coffee and tea are two flavors gifted to life by time: the moment of coffee is a passionate shift between freezing and boiling points, while the moment of tea is a gentle embrace between leaves and the years they’ve endured. Life doesn’t always need to be rushed or constrained; slowing down occasionally, stealing a half-day of peace in the aroma of coffee, is one of the rare and precious joys hidden inside an otherwise ordinary life. For me, truly understanding life — living with calmness and intentional leisure — has always been something I longed for. Like a drifting cloud or a wild crane, free from trivialities and untouched by anxiety. And coffee, somehow, became the symbol of that longing. My affection for it has always been serious and persistent. I still remember the first time I had coffee. I didn’t like that bitter, astringent taste at all. What drew me in was the graceful aura carried by “people who drink coffee.” As if holding a cup automatically granted a sense of rit...