If I've had three or four coffees a day since I was a teenager tormented by the breeze that messed up my curly dark brunette hair, before I began these rituals of taming my wild and fierce mane, then perhaps I have already had about 40,000 coffees, and a quarter of them I have probably had in a café somewhere in my hometown. Many of those coffees I had with my sisters...

#tcsp #136

I'll tell you about that coffee I had with one of my sisters.

I dare say we're the same creatures we were twenty, thirty, or forty years ago, but at the same time we're these women who show off their gray hair among many strands that are still dark and rebellious.

Time has been passing you by, sometimes silently like a lonely cup of coffee in the morning, sometimes with the roar of a strong espresso in the mall. That day it was an espresso at the mall, with our hair struggling to let out all that force that the hairdresser tried to tame, haha. Life tames you, until it doesn't. Changes come to you, sometimes dressed in joy, sometimes with dazzling jewels, sometimes with bitter fruits, but in the end you are you, and your hair is going to get messed up and turn gray.

That day, some months ago, my sister and I were reminiscing about how, during our last coffee date before this encounter, I was struggling to find balance in my life again. Having moved to another city, I was learning to be far from the physical horizon that had been my metaphorical compass for years, ever since I can remember. Distorted views of things are sometimes the most reliable, you know? Sometimes you have to walk away from the view of that sunny horizon and into the woods to see everything with new eyes, new eyes that are your same old eyes that can see now all the twists and turns clearly and all that curly hair along with all that jazz and all that coffee. You learn to feel comfortable about that, because life is not about contemplating the straight and unattainable horizon. Whenever you reach the place you marked as your horizon, you'll see that the horizon is now further away, with its somewhat mocking expression of “that's life.” Do you follow?--It's like looking for the foot of the rainbow--. It's seeing people who come up to you and say, “This is where I had to get to,” and you understand that you've been carrying a piece of the horizon on your back all the way through. A bit funny, isn't it? Embrace your unruly hair and occasionally treat it to a trip to the hairdresser, haha.

Is it just a matter of putting your heart into it? I believe so.

As I was saying, that day we were having an espresso in a little cafe at the mall, and since we had changed our hairstyles a few days earlier, we were laughing about how much effort it took to get ready, how gray hairs don't give a damn, and how we don't give a damn either, at least for a couple of hours, as long as the coffee is good.

Oh, our coffee was great that day. Positive balance.

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