What Coffee taught me about Deep Living
A lesson in experiencing the unadulterated life
My love for coffee began when I was about ten years old. When I used to sneakily try my grandmom’s coffee before I coaxed her to brew me my own cup every day. I’ve always drunk my coffee strong, with a splash of foamy milk and sugar. These three ingredients became my morning staples, fueling me for the day ahead and whenever I needed a pick me up.
Ever since, my love for the beverage has grown by leaps and bounds, strengthened by repeated communion. One of my favorite things to do when I travel is to find the best cup of joe in the city that I’m visiting. New roasteries and cafes in the city I live, are obsessively bookmarked to be tried.
On one such visit to a boutique roastery, I walked in, to the smell of aromatic coffee beans being ground. I chose my beans, placed an order for a cappuccino and sat down at a table. The place was minimally decorated, perhaps to not deter one’s attention from the experience of savoring the handcrafted coffee.
When my coffee arrived, there was no sugar that was brought with it nor could I find any sugar pots in the cafe. So, I asked the barista for some. The barista responded saying
“ The beans you chose are really special, and the coffee I brewed tries to…
