11.21.25: The Coffee Addiction

Coffee isn’t just a drink, it’s a ritual. Grinding beans, boiling water, waiting for the drip. It feels like control in a chaotic world. I once tried quitting, just to see. By day two, my head was pounding like a marching band. By day three, I hated everyone. By day four, I caved. Maybe addiction isn’t the right word. Coffee is more like a companion. It greets you in the morning, forgives you for bad sleep, and gives you a second chance at energy. Without it, the day feels blurry. With it, everything sharpens, at least for a while.