I often find myself sitting in Coffee Shops observing the people around me. They all come from diverse backgrounds, families, and cultures. It’s like a bunch of scenes out of a bunch of different movies. I’m just observing waiting for the drama to unfold. I stare in admiration as the people behind the counters who get paid very little work so hard to make each individuals day.

I think to myself: “Will I ever meet a soul-mate in one of these places?” It’s like an office to me. I can sit at a table solo and just write without anybody judging me for doing so. Do you have a spot like that? The coffee shop is my spot like that.

In the mornings I watch the long line up of people who have to work early shifts. They order coffee to get their caffeine in for the day. They probably didn’t get much sleep. I watch them gulp that coffee down. I watch them walk over to their cars to begin a drive to another long day of work they need to stay awake for. In the afternoons I watch police men and police women stop for bite to eat on their breaks from a stressful day at work. In the evening, I watch University / College students come in with their lap-tops trying to find a quiet place to focus on finishing their essays due the next day. I see all kinds of people that make me feel like I have to do more. They make me feel like I have to do better.

I see best-friends sharing memories over tea. I see new couples getting to know each-other over coffee. I see all of their contentment. I see all of their success. I see all of their happiness. I ask myself: “What do they have that I don’t?” The scenes that surround me in the coffee shop eventually become my insecurities. They become my vulnerabilities. It makes me aware of my failures. I have nobody to tell me: “Be proud of yourself!” or “Be proud of who you are!” These people are strangers. Strangers who appear accomplished. I’m solo with just me and my fears. Fears that I’m a failure. There are many stories in this place and we tend to focus on everybody else’s except for our own.

Although, negativity enters my mind. I’m surrounded by intimidation. I sit there and I find inspiration. Inspiration to make the world a better place. I often order a smoothie to relax my mind as I jot down all the notes. In these notes I write down my goals. It’s a place where we can all feel a sense of belonging.

Do you ever get so caught up in your own failures that you observe other peoples happiness? Do you covet it? Do you ever look up to celebrities with resentment because you don’t think they deserve their success? I know a lot of us like to focus on people like the KARDASHIAN FAMILY and put them down for making it big in this world. The reality is the more we focus on them ; the more we distract ourselves. Do you ever focus on your own failures rather than on producing your own results? Do you ever feel like the world is unfair and unkind? I feel like we all feel that from time to time.

The truth is were all a beautiful mess. Beautifully broken and perfectly flawed. It’s in the mess that we find ourselves. It’s in the mess that we became courageous. It’s in the mess that we find our purpose. After we hit rock-bottom. The growth process begins. Whatever your story is. Don’t ever be afraid to share it. Someone is inspired and uplifted by your story. So embrace your imperfections because they’re what make you relatable. Share your journey because the way you fought to create a better ending gives others hope that they too can find a better ending. Next time you go to a coffee shop remember that were all there going through this gift called life together

Irene Mielke

Irene H. Mielke (born May 21) is a writer (ie. content writer, blogger, poet, song writer, ghost writer, soon-to-be-author). She can write just about anything. Her first poem was published in the local Ottawa newspaper at the age of 12. She has had her article featured in a Toronto magazine a few years ago. She has also won top articles for her writing pieces twice. Irene is Canadian. Her roots are of mixed heritages. Irene’s origin consists of German and Indigenous descent. Irene struggled in her teenage years and as a result became a high school drop out. Those were some difficult times. She couch surfed, lived with roommates, and so on. She sometimes slept outside while trying to go to school. It was these experiences that humbled her early in life. She eventually graduated high-school with top grades and went on to pursue higher goals. She loves to read and support others in becoming the best version of themselves. She also loves to go the gym and her favourite sport is soccer.