coffee

A month ago I joined the green-tea-drinkers-club. It was my very last attempt. My mother was the other member and we were discussing our club all the time. With each other and with everyone else.
The first week I talked presumptuously, as if it was easy for me. I just drank green tea and didn't miss anything in life, in fact, now I felt even healthier than before. Perfectly balanced, clear thoughts, no shouting and no impatience in traffic jams. I had everything under control. Noooo problems with my addictions. Quiet person, quiet life.
The second week the pulling started.
One morning the third week I got up early and drank my green cup.
I took my bike, cycled slowly in a convoy with the trucks- had to wait for the traffic lights.
Next to me a guy stopped, he was in bicycle costume and looked as if he had been travelling for at least an hour. He looked at me and said: 'Always the cycling- always the cycling'.
And always life.
Maybe that was the problem, that I understood.
I parked my bicycle, went up to a café and surrendered. I ordered a smooth white strong cappuccino.
The eternal and only solace.