"I wanted to kill myself... but then i had a cup of coffee" Sartre

A thought that occurs to me every time i take a sip of the black juice which diverts your tjiughts on a highway towards my intentions. 

The road infront of me,16 years into the future, looks the same. This time with shops closed and horns frantically yelling at other cars. A frustration felt by me and others the same.

My morning brew made from the hands of a barista. Trained in international standards to taste like the culture it was to be enjoyed in. What culture would that be. Every sip comes with an observation or a need. Passer by's cursing the ground their divine sun shines upon. While they dodge each other in a rush to get somewhere. 

I took a break from my markets in order to enjoy life/society and a memory of a cup of coffee 16 years ago. 

The children running the streets. passing by me every chance they could. Pretending its the first time they forward the instructions handed to them in unison as if practiced with an experience no one would want.

"Im hungry! Im thirsty! Let me have a sip of your cup! Give me some water please! God will love you! God will protect your loved ones! Give me some money if you love god!"

a child looks at me asking for a bite of my sandwich, but i notice in rhe shadows of a parked bike 2 others waiting to jump on the opprtunity i would have presented. Yet my thoughts wander towards my own contribution to their state and how i would actually help or if i am even able to. 

She stands there repeating her chant as a priest would call onto god. I stand there staring at her face. Checking every scar and everyfeature that would tell me about her story. Helpless i am always diverted to the eyes that stared at me solemly wanting me to see what she has seen but not wanting me to interfere. 

The cars dont cease infront of the drama that is unfolding between tbem. My eyes spread to the furthest corners to the store owners smoking a cigarette and the waiter waiting for me to finish as to not disturb me only to run after them and scare them away.

The other children will come closer as i allowed her to speak . In wonder they stand. why i havent lost my temper yet. After all i had the privelage of drinking a cup of coffee while others couldnt find the time for it. 

She would take a step back sensing my dismissal of her pleas. realising she had spent more time on a single individual than what would be a productive investment of her time. Sensing eyes on her she smiles for a bottle of water promising me she would share it with the 2 siblings that were wondering in hiding. 

With ease she strides away from me. Croasing the streets while the cars passed. Fully commanding the flow of everything around her only to reach the authority figure that had been there to make aure they do their duties and bring in as much as they can by the end of the day. 

My sense of fragility was dismissed and with it brought weakness. My future was inspired by our current world. Am i doing enough to bring it forward. A future of stable currencies and networks that are void of government interference. A future where wars are not a decision of individuals and poverty isnt controled by overly greedy ****.

With my emotions intact i wonder if the block chain i believe in is arriving knowing full well nobody who feeds off this current world will like it. I wonderwhen my work will be strong enougb to reach resistance by them and if that should be what i look forward to in order to justify my sense of change. 

My markets are volatile

 But it seems the colors are made to shake the world. I believe it is what we have for now. I believe everyone is deserving. I believe every one should be able to choose a cup of coffee to reflect and an interaction to inspire. 

When will my block chain arrive?