Coffee ShopsA Story by TylorAs I sit down it’s all so overwhelming the sounds of
conversations and espresso machines drown out the sound of my own thoughts. I
can feel myself getting anxious but the familiar peacefulness of the soft music
playing throughout the room has been missed. It's been over three years now since I sat on the corner of
a little coffee shop consumed and overwhelmed with my own emotions and fear.
Three years and nearly three thousand miles and I've returned to a coffee shop. Something I can say now that I didn't always believe then is
how beautiful this life is. I look up and see couples smile like they are
looking into the eyes of forever. Friends talk and converse like they are
meeting for the first time in years. I look across from me and I almost feel
like i can see me three years ago. Like I've been waiting all this time for
myself to return. I feel gifted to be able to be where I am today. Not just
here in this coffee shop, but in this moment. I look into the eyes of nineteen
year old me and I see someone who is unbelievably scared. Someone who never
imagined making it to twenty-two. I'm a strong believer that conversation is the key to
everything. Without conversation you're just talking to yourself hoping the
world will hear you. Your life comes down to a series of conversations you've
made or missed and its up to you how much you speak. A phone call from my mom reminds me that not everything
comes without sacrifice. Sometimes what you feel is the right thing to do can
be the hardest. I haven't seen my family in nearly two years now and no amount
of days or weeks makes being away from them easier. I feel my time in this coffee shop is coming to an end I
feel relieved. I can only hope that the next coffee shop I walk into I'm
greeted by this twenty-two year old me. © 2015 TylorReviews
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1 Review Added on August 26, 2015 Last Updated on August 26, 2015 Tags: coffee shops, coffee, reflections, life, depression, recovery, love, hope Author |