It was like any other Wednesday, here I was skipping out on rehearsal and yoga which past Samantha would've never done. To go to a coffee shop several miles away from where I should be instead of where I am now.
Freedom and independence has never comes at such a cost.
I so desperately sought out the ability to create my own life, I was the poison damaging its own roots.
So, here I am drinking overpriced coffee in a coffee shop with comfortable pillows and cushions, pretending to work on work that had been due weeks ago. Trying to think about what I'm going to tell my parents, my family, my friends.
I didn't know which path I was on anymore, I was lost at a crossroads seeking direction with no map.
I didn't know which path I was on anymore, I was lost at a crossroads seeking direction with no map.
"What do I want to do?" I asked myself, and yet as I asked myself, was I asking for myself or everyone else.
Aside from my own revelations, the five dollar coffee I had ordered seemed to cool my uneasiness. My drink had a blend of espresso, cinnamon, and vanilla.
I was channeling my inner child when ordering earlier and decided to go with a horchata latte; and after half an hour of being productive, there were now beads of condensation making their way down my clear cup. There was now a faint taste of cinnamon on my lips, bringing my back to my memories of the younger days I spent with my family.
Warm memories entered my mind as I conclusively asked myself, "what does life have destined for me?"
