Why I Like My Coffee Bitter

July 11, 2010

in Personal Growth

Unless it’s hor­ri­ble, I don’t sugar my cof­fee too much. Too sweet and it becomes sugar water. Too bit­ter and drink­ing becomes tor­tur­ous. Just a lit­tle bit­ter, because it forces me to con­sider the drink each and every time I take a sip – instead of mind­lessly con­sum­ing it, the cof­fee becomes med­i­ta­tion; ask­ing me to focus and be aware of it as I’m drinking.

I hated the new U.S.S. Enter­prise ever since I saw it in the Star Trek reboot. Its nacelles bur­geoned, its lower hull jut­ted too much for­ward and tapered way too much back. Where the old Enter­prise NCC-1701 was an ele­gant, white seag­ull, the new Enter­prise was a fat, obnox­ious pel­i­can that looked like it couldn’t stand on two legs.

USS Enterprise NCC-1701A

The orig­i­nal Enter­prise, a beauty of design.

USS Enterprise NCC-1701

The new USS Enterprise.

And yet, some­thing kept mak­ing me look, and look, and look at it again.

It was just bit­ter enough to force me to con­sider it every time I looked at it.

My brother bought me the new Enter­prise toy for my birth­day, not sus­pect­ing the geeky design angst I was hav­ing over the imag­i­nary star­ship. At last, I thought, this inces­sant tug to look at the ugly pel­i­can could be sat­is­fied, as I placed the toy model on my work desk.

The Enter­prise sat there innocu­ously, and I would glance over at it from time to time. Every time I did it chal­lenged me to con­sider it. Why did I dis­like it so? Could I artic­u­late it? Was I sure? Was it beyond redemp­tion? Why did so many peo­ple like it? Could I not see the beauty in it? Was there any at all?

As the days rolled by, some­thing inex­plic­a­ble hap­pened – I began to appre­ci­ate the new Enter­prise for what it was. I dis­cov­ered ele­gance in its sweep­ing lines. I saw the strength in the large nacelles. I real­ized where the slants and tapers gave it a keen sense of speed. It was beau­ti­ful, it just hadn’t been beauty I was used to. A per­cep­tion had shifted inside me, unbe­known to myself. By forc­ing me to think, really think about it, the Enter­prise had helped me become more, to see what I couldn’t see before.

That’s why I like my cof­fee a lit­tle bitter.

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jeff July 15, 2010 at 2:08 am

I liked this article. It was a pretty neat way conveying your point through two pop-culture subjects.

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EL July 15, 2010 at 8:54 pm

Kinda reminds me of the older and newer models of BMWs. When I look at the straight lines and sharp corners of the old Enterprise, I think of the white BM you drive.

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Alvin July 26, 2010 at 1:47 pm

I never thought about it like that El, but you’re right! The similarities and contrasts are definitely the same.

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