Panic in the Morning, The Missing Coffee

I woke up this weekend like any other day, wondering if I could stay in bed a little longer. But, nope, my body told me that it was time to get up and probably look for a good cup of coffee.

I slowly got up and started walking towards the kitchen, while thinking that maybe next time I could set up the coffee maker in the bedroom so that I could wake up to that awesome smell of coffee.

I made it to the kitchen and realized the coffee maker was not on, which was weird since it’s supposed to auto turn on every day. I shrugged and pressed the ON button, but nothing happened. My pulse quickened at that moment, and I started looking into what happened. Is there power working? Yes, it is. Is the coffee maker plugged in? Yes, it is. Is the coffee maker broken? GASP it is!

A wave of panic hit me, there is no way this is happening. How can I start my day without that wonderful drink that is called coffee? Should I risk it and drive to get one? I might not make it in on piece. What to do? Then I remembered that one time someone gave me instant coffee as a gift! Where is it? I searched and finally found it!

I eagerly open the container to only find out that it’s empty. Why? Then I remember all the times my good friend stopped by and said he only drinks instant coffee, so I used it on him. Yeah, he is not coming here again unless he brings his own coffee next time.

As panic started to grow, I remembered I could order some coffee to be delivered! I must pay a delivery fee, but it will be worth it! I place the order and start to wait.

It has been 25 minutes and 30 seconds and still waiting. Then I hear the doorbell, and I quickly go there. I open the door and see this wonderful person holding that wonderful drink. I get my coffee and close the door, hopefully I said thanks;  I can’t remember.

I sit down and take the fist sip. It’s a wonderful feeling! Everything will be ok now. As I continue to enjoy my coffee, I remember that I need to get a new coffee maker today to avoid the world ending tomorrow. I will do that, but first I will stay here and enjoy this wonderful cup of coffee.

Copyright 2025 Ricardo and JoJo My Unique Stories.com

Let Us Trust in the Way

As I am walking down a road of colorful rocks
I look at the sky and see a wonderful sight
Beautiful clouds of wonderful shapes all around,
covering that wonderful blue sky

I can feel a smile on my face,
And how all my tiredness from the day is melting away
It is wonderful to look at the beauty of nature,
and how it is both simple and complex at the same time

It makes me wonder why we worry so much about things,
it makes me wonder why instead we don’t trust that all will be ok
I can feel that a big smile is still on my face,
I can feel that my stress is starting to melt away

I decide to pick up the pace and to try to forget my stress
Let’s try to keep living with a smile on my face,
Let’s try to move forward with happiness inside of myself
Let’s trust that everything will be ok

Copyright 2025 Ricardo and JoJo My Unique Stories.com

Gaming, is there an age for it?

Throughout the years there have been many activities that are believed to be part of a specific age group. Is this true? Or are these just opinions of people who have different ideas from each other?

Why must we limit ourselves to what we can or cannot do just because it should be an activity for a specific age group.

This brings us to the topic, the question of is there an age for gaming? The answer is a simple one. If the individual enjoys the activity and is not causing any problems to other people, or themselves, then then answer is to continue enjoying it.

Not only that, but some of the activities that supposedly are enjoyed by an older generation,  might have started when that generation was young, and as they grew older they brought that activity with them.

Continue doing the activity that brings a smile to your face, enjoyment and possible even a way to relax. Don’t let anyone say that gaming is for kids. Gaming is for everyone as long as it’s enjoyed by that person.