Camus isn't celebrating coffee's modest cheer; he's describing the absurd condition where trivial and catastrophic choices occupy the same mental space with equal weight. The insight cuts deeper than "choose life"—it acknowledges that meaning doesn't descend from heaven to rescue us, so we might as well decide what matters through our own small, ridiculous commitments. When you find yourself paralyzed between finishing a difficult project or abandoning it entirely, you're living this exact moment: the coffee choice forces you to act as if your next hour has value, without any guarantee it does.