The Story of Life is Like a Cup of Coffee + Kwento

It’s quite unusual nowadays. Nale –late kasi ako going to work eh. I’m coming from my sister’s house from yesterday and today. Hindi ko matantya yung oras. Before kasi, I’m always 30 minutes early for my shift kaya I can still eat my breakfast here sa work. Yesterday I was late, today naman buzzer beater lang. Heheh.

I should not get late na moving forward. Dapat once every 2 months lang. Joke! =)

I have a chika pala.

Yesterday, at pilahan ng tricycle outside the subdivision where my sister’s house is located, there was this old man na nakasabay ko sa tricycle. It should be at least 3 passengers kasi before umalis yung tricycle or else, you’ll pay the special trip fare.

The old man along with another guy around 20s was waiting for the tricycle to leave when I arrived. I was seated inside along with the old guy. He looked like a Muslim kasi he has something in his head na sinusuot ng mga Muslim. I don’t know what it is called eh.

While on our way going to the main road Alabang-Zapote Road, he talked to me. He was asking if I’m going to work, I said yes. He asked where and how much is my everyday fare. He even calculated how much it costs me, asked for my pay and he did the math. He also asked kung ano daw ang work ko. I am a bit worried pero I know some values naman so I answered politely all his questions although I am having a hard time understanding him. Maybe because of his accent/punto. Nung malapit na pala kami sa bababaan niya, he asked kung may asawa na daw ako. Ay teh nawindang akong tunay si manong yun pala ang pakay! I said yes, may asawa na ako! Then he uttered words na I can’t understand. The next thing I now, bumaba na sya. He asked the driver how much daw ang fare for 3 samantalang dalawa lang naman sila. He was referring to me, binbayaran nya yung pamasahe ko. I said wag na lang, I tried to decline pero nagbayad na sya then said to me “Thank you.”

I was shocked. I don’t know his intention. How could a stranger talk to you tapos lilibre ka pa ng pamasahe? Scary lang ha?.

I confirmed to the driver kung binayaran ba ako and he said yes so di na ko nagbayad.

Bakit kaya ganun yung manong na yun? Nag worry tuloy ako.

Feeling nya siguro sya si Ka Freddie Aguilar at naghahanap din sya ng bagets no?!

Hahahahah.

Charot!

Anyway, I wanted to share with you this story my officemate sent me thru email. 

The story of Life is like a cup of coffee goes a bit like this;

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor.

Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups – porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite – telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: “If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups have been taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones.

While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.

Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee.
In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.

What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups, and then you began eyeing each other’s cups to see who had the best one.

Now consider this said the professor “Life is like a cup of coffee”,
and life is the coffee, the jobs, money and position in society are the cups.
They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live.

Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee.

Savour the coffee, not the cups.
The happiest people don’t have the best of everything.
They just make the best of everything.

Live simply, Love generously, Speak kindly, Care deeply.

Life is like a Cup of Coffee : Author unknown. 

Summary of Life is Like a Cup of Coffee.

Life is like a cup of Coffee is a powerful story, someone once told me that they try and remind themselves of the message every time they have a cup of coffee so that each day they can be reminded repeatedly to live.

It was very self reflecting diba? We can’t deny the fact that we want the best for our lives to a point na we are focusing on material things that most of time causes us stress yet we forget to enjoy our lives. I think I came to this point also but now that I have James who completely depends on me, I have to work hard for us not to have the best of everything but to make the best of everything.

Winner! =)

I leave you with a quote from William Wallace  “Every man dies. Not every man really lives”.

And this