Deep thinking and coffee

Hello Ulises, Good Day.

Thank God for opening your eyes to a new dawn, you are of fortunate bunch, with the 5 senses in perfect condition and firm legs to carry the infinite step of the walker, open the curtain for a new function, do good without looking at whom.

I talk to myself, in the third person, I saw Cyndi Lauper do it, referring to her as a witness, I found it ridiculous but also ingenious, it is like making an objective and subjective self-evaluation at the same time.

My latte (sigh), aroma and taste of every morning. I remember I had a fascination for many pleasures, cigarettes, weed, coke, they were seasons, chapters, but my relationship with coffee prevailed, fidelity, loyalty, comfort.

There is always a master of the moment and from his mouth come out words that connect you with your next goal, some phrases palpitate in my head; "He would not exist", "Do not worry, take care".

I am really trying to be the best version of me, maybe I care too much about what others think and expect, although I share daily, on my Facebook profile, messages of emancipation, progressivism, nihilism, cynicism and more.

I have an hour of thinking, second cup of coffee.

I have dragged out the decision to move to another country, in Narnia I feel that things are not bad, but they could be better. Yesterday I went to the barber shop, the stylist had a tattoo on his arm with the phrase: "Everything is mental", it reads so easy and is so deep. Recently I had a conversation with a friend from my college days, she lives in the first world power, the capital of special effects, the girl got her first jobs as an actress, she told me; "Money doesn't make me happy", I just thought "Do you know what it means to be immortalized in high quality images, that is, these scenes, maybe they are works of art for history".

And if everything is really mental, and I am looking to leave the village, run away from my family, live the night in the metropolis and all this becomes a spiral of needs, is it time to expand the mind, order those unknown rooms, balance the neurotransmitters and seek that longed-for state of nirvana.

Well, I water this garden because they are part of my landscape, I would like to make a speech to receive the most important award of the ceremony, but intense to be real and now I feel deep, dilemma, enigma, hieroglyphic, I am weird because someone has to be, if not, there would be no sense the inclusion of this word in the dictionary.

Last sip of coffee, two claps, hypnosis is over, now it's time to fulfill the day's agenda.

Welcome October, Happy International Coffee Day.

Thank you once again.