What am I doing with my self, what am I aiming towards, what do I want to do, is there really a point to all this, these things I do? Probably not, but it will all be okay; all I need to do is stop every now and again, stop and just pay attention.
Getting up from my seat, placing the mug I have been drinking from on the counter, a smile to the barrista, or whatever the hell they're called, I begin walking out the door.