Coffee is something I haven't spent enough time worrying about...
Or the poor coffee farmer in Java...wait maybe Ethiopia...or was it actually Ecuador?
Or my role in the 'brewing' coffee crisis...
How can I possibly worry so much about coffee when there is water to worry about?
Or chickens, pigs, cows, salmon?
Or the tiny plastic bits shimmering in the sunshine on a beach in Puglia?
Or even the air I breathe...or the vanishing bees...or the beautiful glaciers that turn into dripping water?
There is so much to worry about...
Suddenly the coffee I am drinking as I consider the poor farmer does not taste so good...
Suddenly I'm wishing I could fly to that farmer and offer some help...some financial help to ease my worrying mind...
Then, I see the farmer taking my money, packing his family and moving to the city...and his farm? Well, that was sold too, so that everything can be razed to the ground and new crops can be grown to feed the hungry cows...
Ahhh, coffee. I’m on day three without it. Could it be that the flavor of coffee is itself one-and-the-same as the flavor of the unsatisfactory nature of this world’s impermanence?
Coffee is something I haven't spent enough time worrying about...
Or the poor coffee farmer in Java...wait maybe Ethiopia...or was it actually Ecuador?
Or my role in the 'brewing' coffee crisis...
How can I possibly worry so much about coffee when there is water to worry about?
Or chickens, pigs, cows, salmon?
Or the tiny plastic bits shimmering in the sunshine on a beach in Puglia?
Or even the air I breathe...or the vanishing bees...or the beautiful glaciers that turn into dripping water?
There is so much to worry about...
Suddenly the coffee I am drinking as I consider the poor farmer does not taste so good...
Suddenly I'm wishing I could fly to that farmer and offer some help...some financial help to ease my worrying mind...
Then, I see the farmer taking my money, packing his family and moving to the city...and his farm? Well, that was sold too, so that everything can be razed to the ground and new crops can be grown to feed the hungry cows...
There is really so much to worry about...
Ahhh, coffee. I’m on day three without it. Could it be that the flavor of coffee is itself one-and-the-same as the flavor of the unsatisfactory nature of this world’s impermanence?