what do you do, when all you hate is you?
I'll tell you a story about a coffee bean.
Ever since he was little, he used to hear great stories of his family members' beautiful coffee aroma that filled the space when they were ground.
The bean grew up quickly and the day finally came when he would be ground.
But soon the bean realized that going through with it meant losing himself. Throughout the process he thought about his family and the great aroma that he would give off. The result didn't seem much rewarding.
But soon enough, it stopped. The bean couldn't recognise himself, he felt like a shell of himself. Everyone congratulated him, but all he could think was, "was any of it even necessary?"





















