Today I spent three quarters of an hour sitting in vintage nest cafe, reading an old book by an old author, drinking a machiatto and loving the timber floors under my bare feet. As I sat admiring the wares of an age long gone which surrounded me,I couldn't help but overhear a conversation between the barista of the day and some customers. Vintage nest closes at 5pm but the coffee machine closes at 4:30 so they can get not cleaning other things; which having worked in a cafe is completely understandable and in a way a necessity. The customers wanted a coffee but the coffee machine had been closed for a while now, and the barista was the only person in the whole shop so they had to completely shut the shop by themselves. To the requests of coffee, the barista smile and said politely that she had closed for the day and that she was sorry, she offered advice to one person of where they could get a coffee if they really wanted one. To this the customers acted as if offended and muttered things under their breath, then turned to look at an imaginary painting on the wall behind them to add power to the words: "That's a real shame...I really would've liked a coffee actually."
To these people I give these words, they are not comfortable but apparently neither are the people.
"If you don't get what you want, you suffer; If you get what you don't want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can't hold on to it forever. Life is not suffering; it's just that you will suffer it, rather than enjoy it, until you let go of your minds attachments and just go for the ride."