Hello, friends of the best coffee in the world ☕.
To answer this week's prompt, I must confess that: I am a blissful man.
That was my thought, that was the conclusion I reached one day while chatting with a group of friends in a coffee shop.
I've been a blissful person since I decided to do what I love (writing, being a writer), to be with the woman I love, and in her wonderful city, instead of being alone in my own city, however better it may be in many ways.
However, if I had to choose, I'd choose the place where I can sit and talk about literature with my friends every day, in a café (or several), above all else.
That's what I was thinking that day, as I smelled freshly brewed coffee and listened to my friends' voices.
Today I return to that memory with the same feeling I had that morning.
Where else in the world can you sit and work in a coffee shop, surrounded by your friends?
Where else can you get help from your friends at work, or have them review your work before you submit it?
And all of this while drinking coffee, sitting in a beautiful, cool place, surrounded by art.
These little wonders are what make the difference and make me feel like a blissful man.
Not only blissful to have all of this, but also that I can enjoy it every day with many friends. Not everyone can say they have many friends.
Luckily, I'm one of those who can say that. We're friends to the point where, sometimes, the biggest argument is about who pays for everyone else's coffee... I'm blissful, friends, because this is the world I live in almost every day, surrounded by coffee and friends.