Why Can't Life Be Like A Starbucks?

So I'm sitting in Starbucks right now, assuaging my caffeine addiction headache with a cafe vanilla frap and enjoying the bustle around me. It's 4pm and many people are already getting off work, stopping for an afternoon cup of joe before heading home to the family scene. Others have been in here for even longer than I and are drinking in the atmosphere while enjoying pleasant conversation with a friend. The mood music playing at a relaxed level, the sounds of the different coffee making machines, the friendly yet almost business-like atmosphere, it all blends into a pleasant harmony that soothes and relaxes.

It's almost as if the rest of the world can't touch you, your troubles seem small and petty in the face of your new-found coffee energy, the people around you nodding courteously at your glance, giving you hope that all the people aren't as nasty as the ones you encounter at Wal-Mart, suddenly the world is not as scary as it was when you walked in.

If only the rest of life was like this. People all around you sharing a common interest even among differences of political, philosophical, and religious opinion. That is, however, just a wish, so for now I'll sit and enjoy this place where people are brought together from all walks of life by one common love: coffee.