Truth

Happening truth: I used to go into Starbucks every day to buy a latte. Since I am a pretty picky person, my order would usually be specific. The café was very important to me because it provided a similar environment for me to relax in every day. As a result, I would feel very comfortable and often daydreamed in my chair. When I finished, I would simply carry on with my day.
Story truth: “Comin’ right up, sir!” Ah, my morning anthem. In a flash, my double mocha no whip half-caf pumpkin latte appears on the table. I pay my bill to the cashier and scurry off to my usual location, a red polyester seat in the back-left corner in the café. Looking at the concoction is a catharsis like no other, my preamble to a quality day. The aroma to me is like a breath of fresh air. However, today something is different, something is not quite right, I can sense it. I carefully remove the plastic lid and peer into the contents of the polka dotted foam cup. Swirls of dancing off-white foam cover the top of the drink; other than that, everything is business as usual. As I begin taking sips of my beverage, I cannot help but to think, “What exactly do these swirls mean?”
Patterns, patterns, patterns…they are voice of knowledge from Mother Nature herself! A swirl must have some sort of underlying secret, some connection the world of mathematics. As a successful scientist and engineer, I eventually concluded that knowledge is strictly limited; true scientific scholars are those seeking out the answers to the unquestioned, the truth to the unheard of. They must realize that everything should be taken into account, every voice must be heard, and every idea must not be taken lightly. One must be willing to look beyond what is given to her or him and be willing to take observations into her or his own hands. I have come to realize that some of math and science’s greatest achievements come not from Pythagoras or Rutherford but from the world around in which we live.
I snap out of my daze in the café and realize that my mind has been wondering for an hour already. For some, the foam on a morning latte is a minor annoyance, a barrier between one’s stomach and a high-class brew. For me on the other hand, it is my calling to question, learn, discover, and create.