Life is like a cup of coffee...

Life...

Those four alphabets...
Only four but yet the ring a very profound meaning not everyone could possibly explain or live with it. For some people, the find life a waste and a struggle. Some find it painful and full of misery. Some find it boring and dull. Well most people feel as if life has always been unfair and that all they want to be is dead. Is life really unfair?

The answer is Yes.

Why is it so?

It's because if you and you alone, no one else.

Believe me.

That's what little Johnathan Wolly said to his father on a cold Saturday night. At a young age of 20, Johnathan was already much mature and smarter than the other boys and even his own father at times. He never really went to a proper fancy school neither did he has any sort of fancy living. All he had was Heidi, his black beauty horse and his pops. Mother passed away 5 years ago from a stroke. Though Johnathan missed her dearly but he was ready to accept that life was temporary and that someday he too will leave this world behind.

"Dad, can I ask you something," said Johnathan.
His father nodded.

"What do you want me to do when you die?."
His father was shocked by that question his son throw-ed to him. All he could ever think of was why would his son ask him such ridiculous question.

"I don't know, son. You decide", said the father.

Johnathan didn't ask for more. He knew very well that his father was a man of very few words. Not even mother's death made him speak for the life of God.

So there they both sat, on a cold Saturday night listening to the wind and feeling the silence curb in. This was how they bond, in total silence.

"You know, dad. I was thinking, maybe I could go to the city, get a real job, find a girl, settle down and maybe bring her back for Christmas so this house wont be so empty all the time. I'm almost 21, dad. Didn't you and mom got married when you were 23? I think it's time I be a man. What do you think, dad?"

The wind blew on his face, it was cold... The air from the south pressed against his cheeks...

"Dad?"

"Dad?"
............

Johnathan sighed.
"Poor old dad, never rest a day in his life and the only time I wish to have a man to man talk with him, he is asleep," he said to himself.

Little did he knew, no one was even listening. As the minutes passed, the wind went on different direction. It wasn't cold anymore and the sun was almost up. They had been out here all night but Johnathan hardly shut his eyes. He kept thinking about life and how beautiful it is. He never understood why people would blame life for everything.

"Crazy fools," said Johnathan.

"It's morning. Dad, wake up,"

Now this is strange, Mr. Wolly would never sleep in not even on a Sunday. It was almost time for church. Usually he would get up by dawn to make poached eggs and read the Sunday papers before getting himself ready for Sunday morning service.

A slight fear ran through Johnathan's veins. It has happened before and now, is it happening again?

He knelt down before his father, held his palm and started searching for a pulse. All he felt was nothing but his own heart beating. He touched his father's face, they were cold and pale. No heart beat, no pulse, no more dad...

"So this is life," said Johnathan as he sipped his cup of coffee in the diner. 3 months has passed and he is now in the city working with the government. He sold the house to a couple in town. They were willing to pay a good price for the house and the barn and furthermore, they allowed Johnathan to come back whenever he wants to stay in his room. They were nice and truly special. But Johnathan's mind was set. He was going to work hard and find a nice young lady whom his father would be proud to call family.

As he took another sip of his coffee, he saw how the cream blend with the coffee. If you leave your coffee on the table for a long time, you would notice the cream would be on top of the coffee. So, one would had to stir it again for the cream to blend with the coffee before he or she drinks it. The same process would go one over and over again.

Then, Johnathan took a look around the diner. He noticed those who ordered their coffee would drink them as fast as they could without leaving it on the table for sometime before another sip.

He then began to examine his coffee more closely. The coffee itself was bitter and the cream was added to sweeten it.

It's just like life. The reason why we face hardships and twist is because somewhere out there, God must have been stirring us. We are just like his little cups of coffee. If we were left alone, all we will be is bitter and the sweetness of life would only be something that is out of reach just like the stars and the sky.

When God stirs us up, it's only because He wants us to achieve the sweetness of life again. But you can't achieve it without going through this turbulence of struggles. Imagine how must the coffee pull and repel against the creamer, and how would the creamer struggled to blend with the coffee whenever you stir them. Coffee and cream are two very different thing. But once they have achieve truce, they are now blended. Everything tastes sweet and nice and we can now take a sip of our coffee.

Maybe that's how life is too. After then rain, there will be the rainbow or the sun. It will be happy once again. The boy, gladly took a sip of his coffee and then he began observing some people placing their orders. Some wanted their coffee without cream, some wanted less.

"Hmm... wonder what could that mean," thought Johnathan.

Well, it could be that those people gave up on life so they don't expect a good ending or any sort of happiness in return that's why whenever someone asks them how are you, all they ever know to say was I'm ok...just ok...

They are afraid to even try to be happy because they are afraid of the struggle. I guess they are comfortable being the way they are now.

What about those who wanted less cream. What are they?

Maybe they could only handle so much struggle. So halfway down the road to happiness, they might give up.

So many questions, so many theories and it's all from this cup of coffee.

The boy gazed through the diner, looked down on his coffee and reminded himself. Being alone in the world isn't so bad. Losing both his parent's isn't so bad either. Nothing felt terrible to him at that point because he was one of the many people who would have his coffee with cream and take slow sips from time to time despite the trouble of having to always stir them.

He paid his bill and left his coffee half empty on the table and left.

"Today, all my troubles will only be a stirring point nothing serious. Once God is done stirring, I'll be happy like always", said the boy to himself on the busy streets of the city.

He walked proudly as he soon began to disappear from the mass crowd.

THE END

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This story is pure fiction and not related to anyone whatsoever. Hope everyone enjoyed this story and learned a few things from it. As always, thanks for reading =)