So my quest for the perfect Macchiato is so so so hard when you don't have the right equipment and skill:  

My lust for learning drives me to madness. I look at my counter and see shinny stainless steel. I smell the sent of fresh roasted coffee, and my boldness once again wells up inside of me.  The internet, with all its vast knowledge drives me to continue on my journey, But battle after battle my mind grows tired and doubtful. Oh to win the day and see that milky, painted sweet mark atop my fresh pulled nectar. Oh to find a leader to guide me through my quest and lay upon me their skill.  Until my heart picks me up again for the next attempt, I shall seek out my elixir.