Mikes Thoughts

my coffee times

January seemed to go fast. A little split up with our trip to Otres Beach and just other stuff. I think it all went at the speed of coffee. My every day is to go. To enjoy what some coffee place will offer. To find nothing. Today on the usual whim I took off in a PassApp to downtown. There lives Noi Cafe and a haunt of mine for years. Soft chairs. Nice WiFi. People to surreptitiously study as they do the same. Here is the view.

noi coffee

Some same yet different. Always seems the coffee brings along other thoughts. So here I am writing them in a blog which holds thoughts. My thoughts. So what comes around this almost last day of the first month? Glad you asked.

These thoughts

Lately I’ve given some cycles to little life things. Like life here now. How embracing and wanting a life like this has hastened this feeling that some life and some people from back when have drifted. I watched family do this even some years ago when I left. It felt like some fabric of life was tearing. Like the old threads of things might be replaced with new. This is not what happened. Perhaps those strands of some life were never meant to last as they were. Instead why I think now is all those things became yet other things. Transient and sometimes ghostly. Apparitions of some past life that I voluntarily unglued. What choices are there when things become untenable and unwanted.

Once I had 90 friends on Facebook. These were all real friends. People I knew and worked with. Maybe drank with. Even did coffee with. They all were there. On some wall. Posting their stuff. Commenting or liking or ignoring. It felt real. Like distance dissolved and Facebook made it seem like the ties it gave were real. Then I gave up Facebook years ago. It became a thing like LinkedIn I could not find a reason to do. When I left way back when both things seemed stuck. All those people continued doing their things. Their hatred and love things. Many complaining about Facebook on Facebook.

I knew those things had to change. I figured if these were real friends, the medium would not matter. The ties would. That’s not the way it was. Once severed then gone.

Years went by and I found new things. Nothing in life just stands still. Vietnam and Mexico. Places between and within. New faces. Then Cambodia. A new woman. This person that the kingdom had held for me. Perhaps it knew I would need and want someone. All those other people did not disappear. They became relegated to some backwater. Still the stale lines connecting us. Maybe we never see the change in others and keep the perspective of how they were.

Yeah. That’s what happened. So now I consider living here. Finding a space and place for my life. Coffee this morning gives me a view. Lets me see how people accept some lot in life they’re handed. No questions. No passion. No desires.

We all can become something new. Not give up the old but see where it is. How it becomes feeble and tenuous and we still cast back to it. Part of us do not want to lose those ties. That’s okay too.

Those are my coffee times. Little things on a Friday.