You can only want have daily Wimpy coffee for so long, til it starts to bore you and taste ugly coz you’ve tasted it so many times. You know like the days when you are cold and you can just easly have one…those days don’t matter any more. Coz you want more out of life.
So you start dreaming and praying about it with all you got. You hold on longing. Then you work towards it. You stumble and fall and Wimpy coffee doesn’t matter as much any more. You still want one but it’s not as important.
Perhaps I am rambling. But I’ve seen the future. What it looks like. Bleak and good. Don’t you just wish you had a crystal ball?