#CaffeineThoughts

[anthonynysa]

Existentialism in a Coffee Mug: What Your Morning Brew Tells About Your Life

Morning: The First Sip of Meaning

In a sleepy stupor, with droopy eyes and am craving for caffeine, one may walk into the kitchen unaware of his actions. With first sip of coffee as one touches the mug to the lips, there is suddenly an awakening, both corporeal and existential. This simple act, this daily ritual bears the most profound load of thought, will, absurdity of existence. This is the philosophy of coffee.

Sartre and Camus did not write much about espresso shots or lattes, but surely they would consider your coffee routine a metaphor of life itself. The ritual, choices, and reliance on an external substance to feel 'alive'-each of them is deeply symbolic. What does your coffee say about your state of being?

Coffee Choice Paradox: Are You Truly Free?

You do think you're choosing your coffee, Rothko-black, oat-milk latte, or overpriced cold brew-aren't you? To you, your decision is a true instance of free will. Or is it?

Jean-Paul Sartre, father of existentialism, would likely say that the way you choose coffee epitomizes radical freedom-you give definition to your existence according to the choices you make. But have you ever stopped to consider if that choice were anything but a product of years of marketing, your habits, and the culture you grew up in? What if you take the same coffee every day? Does that still count as living a real life, or is that just playing a part? Are you truly making a choice, or is the choice being made for you? 

The Daily Ritual: Absurdity in a Mug

According to French philosopher and writer Albert Camus, the essence of the absurd is integral to your caffeinated ritual. You wake up, you make coffee, you drink it, you wake up, and you repeat. Day in and day out. It's the same thing again. Some call it comforting, but for Camus, it is absurd-an unending chain of life that, in the end, is devoid of meaning.

Yet absurdity, according to Camus, is not a reason for despair but a reason for acceptance. You may have to learn to embrace the act of grinding beans and boiling water, like Sisyphus rolling his boulder up the hill only to watch it roll back down again.

The Black Coffee Nihilist vs. The Sugar-Coated Optimist

Your coffee order says a lot about your philosophy, whether you know it or not:

Black Coffee: You look deep into the abyss, and the abyss looks right back. No sugar, no milk-just reality—raw and unfiltered. You take life straight and keep it strong and bitter-so strong it's sometimes unmanageable, but it's all yours to deal with.

Latte Drinkers: You accept the absurdity of life, but you want to put some frothy comfort around it. Maybe you're sorta an existentialist, but you're also a realist-why suffer when you can give yourself a little comfort?

Espresso: Life is short and intense. You don't want to waste it on trivialities; you'd rather take it all in one strong, tiny shot.

Decaf: Denial? Hope? A rebellion against yourself? Either way, decaf is the ultimate absurdity in this one. 

Caffeine and Seeking the Meaning of Life

We drink coffee to wake up. The question, however, is what, or who, wakes up? While existentialists would argue that life has no predetermined meaning-we must create it for ourselves- on some days such a meaning may just seem elusive before that first sip of caffeine.

Think about your reasons for drinking coffee. Is it only an obsession? A necessity? A small treat in an indifferent world? The existentialist would say that no reason is more ‘valid' than another-the only thing that matters is that you define it for yourself. Perhaps coffee, just a drink, is a rebellion against the emptiness of it all, or perhaps it's something else.

The Barista and the Waiter: Authenticity versus Performance

Sartre had a hotly debated idea called "bad faith," where people deceive themselves into acting like they have no choice and these people, instead of living authentically, perform certain roles that other people believe they should. An example he used: a waiter doing his job too well-over polite, too mechanical with his gestures, lazily denying being just a waiter.

Now, look at your barista. Is he genuinely relishing what he does? Or is he simply acting as a barista, wandering in and out amidst the absurdity of serving coffee? And you yourself-are you playing the role of a morning coffee customer, filling a pre-scripted conversation? And if you are, does it really matter? 

Nightfall: That Existentially Decaf Dilemma

It gets to that time of day where you enter the Ultimate Question: Do you drink coffee after 6 PM? The rational side says no, sleep is probably important. The absurd, irrational side, however, argues that the now is all that matters; the future is still uncertain. Who cares if you will regret it in the middle of the night? What if the existentialist within you wishes to embrace the absurd and drink an espresso anyway?

This is existentialism, pure and simple: acknowledging the freedom of decisions, even if they seem silly. I mean, life is one big question mark—what's one more cup? 

Last Sip: Embracing the Absurd, One Cup at a Time

At the end of the day, your coffee doesn't have to mean a thing. It can be just a drink or a tiny existential statement about life. Really, the most crucial part is stopping, sipping, and existing for a moment.

So tomorrow morning, ask yourself that first sip: Am I drinking this coffee, or is the coffee drinking me?

Either way, enjoy it. 

[nisja888]

thought about- how nice it would be to learn bts’ choreography, and just jam out unabashedly, it would be such a great workout session- whilst I sipped my coffee and simultaneously watched the fake love mv.

[axolotlelleira]

20/10/2019

5h28

Isnt it insane that every minute that ticks by something horrible is happening? Someone is being raped, murdered, tortured, lied to, cheated on, caught in an accident, missing, drowning, being robbed, houses burning, domestic violence occuring, think of all the worst possible scenarios happening in different parts of this world. Isnt it fucking bizzare? Fuck whats worse is, what if I'm just imagining things? What if all this is just a hallucination and nothing really exists. I'm downstairs alone. My mother left a couple hours ago, my father is away for work. The rest of the brood fast asleep upstairs. What if none of this is real and I'm just making things up. My family does'nt really exist, I'm the only person in this world? Nobody is really here, its all in my mind? I myself may not exist. Even writing this. What if in a blink of an eye everything has suddenly dissappeard and my physical body no longer existed . The divine intelligence the thought itself is catapulted into the abyss of vast nothingness. Holy Fuck.

[mistressbunny1]

Coffee time pondering

As I enjoy my first caffeine infusion of the day before work. A random thought popped into my head. Nurses duty shoes: heaven or hell for a medical/shoes fetish kink? Replies welcome

[theprecociousgeneration]

I just realized people tell each other to "be careful" to comfort themselves. telling someone to be careful will not prevent a tragedy or certain outcome- it's all fucking egooooo and weird societal norms

[zephblogs]

Coffee in the morning makes life a little bit easier in Med school.

[nonofyourbees-nes-blog]

The sky is an odd mauve color tonight. The snow is falling steadily now, blanketing my little slice of the world in white. Ushering in the quiet that only winter can bring. 

I had an urge, a twinge really, to tell someone. Call them over to the window. But I realized the only person who would really care is you.

[alittle-thankyou]

Coffee is brewing

Pancakes are on the griddle 

Time to listen to the storm, and do some writing 

[nonofyourbees-nes-blog]

I have loved you in a thousand ways

but maybe none of them were the right way.

[nonofyourbees-nes-blog]

I woke up missing you

Like a city I've never been too, but always dreamt of

[nonofyourbees-nes-blog]

You have stained my life like the coffee rings on my bedside table. Tattoos on the wood that not even baking soda could get rid of. 

Loving reminders of mornings past.

[nonofyourbees-nes-blog]

I remember when I fell in like with you. I remember the charming evenings and the day long adventures we went on. 

I remember when I fell out of like with you. I remember the tears and the sharp words. 

I remember the distance. The silence between us in crowded rooms. The awkward greetings. I remember hearing about you from friends, and silently hoping you really were doing okay. I remember the almost sent texts, and the unpublished scribbled thoughts. 

I remember seeing your face again under the winter moon. I'd forgotten how beautiful you are. I remember lying in bed thinking one moment, dreaming of you the next, and waking up whispering - fuck. 

I remember when I fell in love with you, while waking up from a dream. 

[nonofyourbees-nes-blog]

I can find the silver lining to most clouds

The irony in undesirable situations

Your letter arrived home the same day you did. As did the sun, but I felt like crying. I have missed you more than I'm fully willing to admit. If I thought I was welcome, I'd already be at your door. Your face is the only one I care to see. 

[nonofyourbees-nes-blog]

curiouser and curiouser

Camelot was a fairy tale, maybe -- you were too

[nonofyourbees-nes-blog]

Silly, Jealous (lousy) me

I was a silly girl

Caught up in the possibility that "we" were just us. As unique as a finger print. 

Foolish, because it appears we are about as unique as the textbook used in my psych 200 class. Given to 150 students.

[nonofyourbees-nes-blog]

The Road Home

May the road rise to meet you...

wherever you may go. Live each day to the fullest. Take time to stop for good coffee. Enjoy the detour that might take you a little bit out of your way. Wake up early on Sundays. Remember fresh underwear. Don't choose between the sunrise or the sunset. Every day is a gift. Use your camera, write it all down - in case someday your memory fails you. Give a little love to everyone you meet on your travels. Fall in love. Treat yourself, eat great food. Don't forget to sing, loudly, and sometimes off key. 

Wherever the road home takes you, rejoice in the journey. 

...Until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of his hand.