Black Coffee

My dad took his coffee black. 

And for the longest time I aspired to drink black coffee because I wanted to be like him and because I thought he drank black coffee because powerful people drink black coffee. 

I do not like black coffee. But sometimes we do things we don't like for the simplest (or wildest) of reasons.

Then I saw Pulp Fiction. 

And the Wolf, arguably the most powerful character in the film, took his coffee with lots of cream and lots of sugar. 

And I thought to myself, "If the Wolf doesn't drink black coffee, then I don't have to either."

Which is interesting because I think all along I was looking for a reason (excuse? justification?) to drink black coffee. 

And now, thinking back, there are two lessons. 

First, if there's something you don't want to do, at the end of the day, you don't have to do it. 

Second, if you're looking for a reason (excuse? justification?), there's a reason. 

Black coffee could just as easily be writing a certain type of song or wearing a certain type of wardrobe or living a certain kind of life. 

And my dad could just as easily be a friend, a competitor, an enemy, an object of admiration or jealousy. 

And the Wolf could just as easily be a successful person or someone you look up to or... it could be you  

Be the Wolf and do shit because that's what you want to do  

Easier said than done.

Which, and who are we kidding, is the point a lot of the time.