Iced by an Americano
I was ordering a drink at a cafe. Most of the times, I order a cappuccino or a cafe latte cause I like my coffee with milk. As I was going through the menu, I’ve stumbled on ‘Iced Americano’ . That sounds interesting. A quick internet search showed me a picture and what is in it. All those pictures looked beautiful. And I anyways am loving less-sweet drinks these days. Why not try something new! Ordered one.
As I was reading my book, I got the drink on my table. That looked classy. Nice. I’ve put the straw inside the glass, gave couple of stirs hearing to the peaceful clinking sound of ice and took my first sip. Then I realised, I don’t like black coffee.
I freaking forgot the fact that I pick coffee with milk just because I love coffee sweet but hate it black. But from my second sip, I ignored that fact.
I might not like black coffee in general. That doesn’t mean I need to reject this drink in front of me. I’ve ordered it to try something new. Something new doesn’t mean good all the time. It could be not-good too. But I picked something new to take that chance.
Taking chances is what I’ve lacked because I’ve been trained to not disturb if it’s already good enough. If cappuccino is good enough, why to disturb that decision. Why should I even take the chance of ruining it, right?
Choice isn’t about ruining your old one, but to stumble on an even better one. One drink ruined, one meal not enjoyed, one book getting bored, one movie getting slacked, one job getting fired, one investment getting dumped, one relationship getting hurt. All these were choices made not because you could hit the bottom, but to find something even more incredible than present. If this one didn’t work, that’s fine; There’s always another. If that failed too, that’s fine too. One more go.
Only when I step out of comfort zone is when I can find better comfort zones. This process will definitely include harsh zones. One harsh zone doesn’t mean everything is worse. Gold buried deep down, but you have to dig through rocks. One speck of gold could make all that digging worth it.
PS: Ignore the bad setup of the picture. I got the idea for this blog after I completed the drink and I couldn’t click another one.