Coffee in the morning

Its pretty hard to listen to myself and not be objective in hindsight. Its hard right now to see this composed into a life story, but it's mine. I am positive now but it took a life of struggle to appreciate a cup of hot coffee in the morning. I do now, I appreciate this life, and coffee in the morning. Moment to moment that's all it is, it's temporary like everything else in life. Even life itself, such a bitch factor that we all die. No matter how good or kind. We all live some weird beautiful, weirdo similiar, so similar it's creepy but total weirdness existance. I am a hill kid. Who are you and where are you from?