aging is about changing perspectives, retro rather than pro, rational rather than passionate.
he keeps dreaming of what's out of reach, and settles for what's within. he only gets what he dislikes the least, not even close to what he wants the most. he wanted a latte when he joined the line. he wanted to know more when he moved away. he wanted to get rich when he went to school. he wanted a life when he met her first. she left and took his life away. he keeps spending more than he could make. all that he knows now is he knows nothing and he ordered a regular coffee when it was his turn because he didn't like the barista's makeup : she didn't look like she cared much for espresso shots, let alone the required passion for making a strong and smooth latte.
he sips on his coffee, it's bitter, it's good. he thinks of his date, she's pretty, she's good. he thinks of his day, it's boring and it's shitty, it's life. he stares at the wall with the post-it notes. he tears another one and writes : man lives in a world that's within his reach, where dreams are evil and coffee feels real. he reaches for his drawer to grab a new pin, he fails to find one and tosses it away.
