Days have turned into weeks, until they reached years as the overflowing cup of brewed coffee is still here. Even the invincible colonies of ants had finally surrendered their finest sword taking some sip of the drink. Time had defeated them as they lost a glimpse of their memories. They felt like they were trapped under the spell of wicked witch for they could no longer find their way back home. From a warm delight into stones of nightmare, like how giggles and laughter had loosen their screws into sobs, a cup of hot coffee prepared by the one who smelled taste who had forgotten its secret ingredient. A coffee that’s never been touched nor been tasted. The soft foam on top of the saccharine delight had turned into mold. Its aroma that made me shiver has finally reached its toxin that could rescind one’s appetite. A poisonous coffee that was inoculated through my veins had stopped my heart to beat. I thought losing a cup of coffee every sunrise means sunset’s death for taking every drop of it sensed like taking minute drip of agony. A drink felt like I was drowning in the deepest sea of betrayal.
Once I asked one of the colonies, “What makes you forget the memories of this cup of coffee? Can I spill what’s inside this cup? It’s been years since it was prepared.”
The ant frowned and threw its plea, “How could you forget something that once made you happy? Are you sure that that’s what your heart desire? Come to think of it. Obviously, happy memories are excruciating. They sting and leave needles inside you. Why do you always seek for something warm? Sometimes, too much warmth might sear our lips. Why don’t you try another sip, another cup of coffee that soothes your distressed heart? The cup of coffee itself didn’t stay so with the one who prepared it. No one did. You have a lot of options, but you chose to preserve it, you let it stayed. You let time eat you with dread and revulsion. You were slain by a reverie that the person who taught you to be the first one to walk away will prepare cups of coffee for you. How could you not drink some? Do you still wish that having some coffee make him come back? Would you mind to take a look at yourself in the mirror, how long will it take for you to realize that everything is a coffee? It has different colors, smell, and version. The warm will turn into cold. Soon it will be taken for granted. But that is not yet the end of your life. You need to drink for a purpose: to make you feel relieved, to be prepared for another sunrise, to face the slap of reality.
As Director Oh said that in order to find the exit of a painful memory is to remember it all and overcome it in order for you to grip happiness. If you don’t, you’ll always be a kid whose soul never grows.
But do not forget the wounds that once made you realize how wonderful it is to live . Have your own version of coffee and be strong.”
Then the ant had left with a mark of bite on my lips as it vanished.
Good article