Coffee.

Have you ever made a cup of black coffee with absolutely boiling hot water?
Have you ever accidentally filled your coffee cup up to the tippy-top?

Imagine yourself carrying that boiling hot, filled to the top cup of coffee from the kitchen all the way through your house, out your front door, down the steps and to your car.
Barefoot and bare hands.

Every drip, drop and spill that happens will end up on your fingers, hands, toes and feet.
Every drop, boiling hot, as you attempt to step very carefully.
You can't make a wrong move or take a bad step, if you do, you'll get burnt.

Now, imagine holding that boiling hot cup of coffee while it spills over and over again on your hand.
You can't drop it, that would only make it worse.
No table or flat surface around for you to put it down.
You need to keep your focus. Be patient. Stay strong.
The drop will cool. The pain will fade. And bit by bit that cup will slowly empty.

But, if you stop for a minute, slow down just a little and take a sip from your cup? Maybe then, you'll be able to focus and be able to hold on a little longer, become a little more confidant while walking and be a bit stronger.

A boiling cup of coffee can be both painful and stressful but in the end? Very rewarding.


Life is like a boiling hot cup of coffee.
Keep holding on and bit by bit, step by step, you will become stronger, smarter and better.
If you keep your head straight, stay focused and be patient? Maybe.. just maybe.. You'll end up where you wanna be.

That my friends, is my view of life. A boiling hot cup of coffee. *sips coffee*

Starvation.

I'm trapped.. Starving.. I have this burning hunger inside of me.. With a thirst so strong and painful, it's making me weaker everyday.. This starvation is killing me slowly.. Yet, I've never been more determined in my life.. This hunger isn't for food nor this thirst for water.. My heart, mind and soul feel like a burning flame, slowly tearing me apart and burning me from the inside out.. I need to get out.. I need to go somewhere I can do good.. Somewhere I can make a difference.. There's so much I could do.. So much inside of me.. If only I can just get out of this cage and over these walls.. I just need to hold on.. I need to keep fighting.. I will fight till my very last breath.. I refuse to die here.. I refuse to just sit back and not even try.. One day, I'll make it out.. One day, I'll be free.. Free to fly to the highest mountain or swim to the bottom of the sea.. Only then.. When I'm free to die in the wild where I belong.. And not in chains.. Then I'll be fine.. Because then.. I'll know I lived.. But even if I don't make it out.. Then at least I know I died trying..