I think we are destroying this place
Is this latte and two-pound bag of beans really ruining the world?
But it's true. I am responsible for so much poverty, so much destitution, so much terror in this world. One small sip really can do that much damage.
When I think about Peru and the endless miles of people living in ramshackle metal obstructions on a diseased river dragging sick fish out of it with their rusted fish hooks just to get by - it makes me not want to drink too fast.
When I think about the endless miles of factory farms literally squeezing out the profit from sick, bone-thin cows that shouldn't be producing milk - it makes me not want to work so much.
When I think about the endless destruction of families and forests and lives and acres of once wonderful land - it makes me not want to think so much.
Not to mention how demandingly it begs the question I cannot avoid:
Can there be any way to do a coffeeshop right anymore?
What about just living at all - is that possible now?
If so, what is the answer. Because amidst all of these questions are multitudes of antichrist answers all pretending nicely to be the perfect solution.
But what is there that can truly, honestly, and finally answer these complicated problems we are facing?
And does anyone even care enough to seek them out?
Or would a coffeeshop done right be in innate failure with no ability to make money enough to survive long enough to make its meager point?
Well, I don't have an answer. And, in fact, I'm not sure there is one at all.
Perhaps, there really is only getting by and the looking after is just the illusion we use to make ourselves feel better about that.
But, I hope not.
But it's true. I am responsible for so much poverty, so much destitution, so much terror in this world. One small sip really can do that much damage.
When I think about Peru and the endless miles of people living in ramshackle metal obstructions on a diseased river dragging sick fish out of it with their rusted fish hooks just to get by - it makes me not want to drink too fast.
When I think about the endless miles of factory farms literally squeezing out the profit from sick, bone-thin cows that shouldn't be producing milk - it makes me not want to work so much.
When I think about the endless destruction of families and forests and lives and acres of once wonderful land - it makes me not want to think so much.
Not to mention how demandingly it begs the question I cannot avoid:
Can there be any way to do a coffeeshop right anymore?
What about just living at all - is that possible now?
If so, what is the answer. Because amidst all of these questions are multitudes of antichrist answers all pretending nicely to be the perfect solution.
But what is there that can truly, honestly, and finally answer these complicated problems we are facing?
And does anyone even care enough to seek them out?
Or would a coffeeshop done right be in innate failure with no ability to make money enough to survive long enough to make its meager point?
Well, I don't have an answer. And, in fact, I'm not sure there is one at all.
Perhaps, there really is only getting by and the looking after is just the illusion we use to make ourselves feel better about that.
But, I hope not.