Tea

Today i noticed something, as lame and pretentious as it may sound i found a parallel between risks in life and tea... I boiled the kettle and leaned casually on the kitchen bench, which for some reason is dramatically more comfortable when the sun is down, maybe there's no link?  But i looked away, and pretended to text, eventually the kettle boiled. Hurriedly i prepared the tea, which was a simple process, pour water and thrust my hand into the multicultural box of variety and hand pick a tea packet. I should clarify though I'm not personally a believer in tea brands varying in taste. If you can tell a difference, you likely have fantasies of yourself as some tea sommelier, or an unhealthy addiction, or an acute sense of taste, in which case congrats! I took one sip, its unlikely i consumed more tea than a cat drinks milk with a single lap. With that one sip however, I was able to accurately 'test the water' so to speak. It was alarmingly hot. So as expected, i flinched and squealed like a girl and made some variation of the word ''ohsnapthatissomereallyhottea'', so immediately took a course of action to prevent further upheaval. I leaned casually on the kitchen bench, the tea menacingly steaming on the other side, taunting me. I do like tea, tea is good, and would provide long term benefits including but not limited to keeping me awake long enough to finish my assignment. After debriefing myself from the traumatic experience, and waiting long enough that the venture of putting the cup to my chin was risk free, i wrapped my fingers around the handle. I began to drink, still stunned from my experience, i was much less cavalier, ever more cautiously i sipped from the cup. The sensation of relief flowed through my body like cold tea, as i sipped from the cup which contents i assumed was just approaching that imprecise temperature of 'just right'. But alas, it felt disturbingly like cold tea, for in fact the tea was so far from the fiery self of its past, i could take great unwholesome gulps. It was at this moment, actually no, moments later, after comforting myself about loosing a whole cup of perfectly good tea, to my own sense of caution. That i realised that my recent life experience was accurately embodied in just a few minutes, leading to my ground breaking conclusion. The bigger the risk, the greater the reward. I would far rather admit myself to hospital, with the taste of great tea still on my scolded tongue, than cowardly divide a gulp of cold tea to my stomach and a larger portion to the drain.