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Why I love to work in a coffee shop?

At the beginning, I thought of it as just a regular job, mundane, repetitive, boring. 
Yet, soon enough, I found my reason to push through.
And here is my answer:

Because sometimes I see people, broken, sad and lonely silently shouting for help from anyone who is there to listen. And no one around them cares. And no one around them hears their scream, their pain.

They all look away.

Because when some people say hello, they ask for an end to all their loneliness and suffering, for all their endless screams to finally be heard and answered. 
To finally have someone to cry onto.

Because, I can answer back with my heart and look their way, notice their screams, their pain, their scars they thought were in vain.

Because, I can say hello back, and give them hope that humanity is not dead and shines still.

Why do I love to work in a coffee shop?


Because I feel alive.



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