letters from friends
October 16, 2012 § 4 Comments
As I pondered the meaning of happiness I sat and thought awhile.
The outwards signs are clear enough, sparkling eyes and a beaming smile.
And inwardly how can one tell or gauge this emotion intact for it blends with many others, to me that is a fact
Joy, Pleasure and Ecstasy
As friends together are difficult to separate for they go hand in hand.
What is the rue meaning of happiness I ponder?
I recived an email from a previous customer who knew I stopped serving bad food at a recent joint. She stopped over the island to visit her mother and stepdad, while stumbling along the place.
How are you? What are you doing now? What’s on the horizon? What’s going on with you? You started a new job, right? Are you still in Singapore? What’s your dream right now?
Those are questions define by the principles of being present. Seemingly something I needed to read and ponder what is innate .Though, I could simply answer I am fine. It is more than just that.
As of recently, I’ve been trying to learn a lot more about coffee. Dialing to the right texture, tasting richness/acidity of an espresso, bonding with machine, being patient with food and learning from customers. Building relations through conversations and their ritual customized drinks. Value serendipity and simplicity as part of my daily regime.
It poured real heavily one morning and we were so quiet. It gave us time to talk about little funny things like how people always choose over raw sugar than white, white tastes better than raw in espresso drinks. Also how people think coffee cake has caffeine in them or how our forefathers should learn how to drink Jungle beer rather than Tiger. I had an epiphany to make chocolate pear pizza. As I knead the dough with my floured hands and spread the dough, I hear soft chatters and rain drops interlace with one another. I continue to grate left over dark chocolate chucks, then slice fresh sweet pears, layering them gently as I anticipate how lovely they will taste with some ice cream.
When all is done, I slide the pizza into the preheated oven. From the magic room window, I watch the sunlight try to pierce through the cloudy sky. Slowly the day starts to wake up, customers started to come in. It is always the case when we want to eat peacefully, we start to get busy. We laugh about it, all the time and joyfully serve them. A cup of joe and something to munch on.
The pizza is now cold and long forgotten, but still the flavours are there and crisps edges are being fought for. We are still in good spirits.
In the midst of hectic moments, I dwell over the words my friends questioned. Happiness, somehow is a fleeting space in time. Captured and stored in the heart. It’s up to the surrounding and next few hours that changes the feeling. Pen it down. Snap it. Remember it. Savour it.
“Figure out what you want & learn how to ask for it”
- How Do You Know?