Tea: or the saviour of my sanity

Tea is Liquid Gold. 

Something I've come to realise over the past few years. Tea is golden perfection in hot mugs on rainy days.

It warms you, seeps through the sides of your cup and thaws cold fingers, runs heat down your throat and settles comfortably in your belly. 

It calms you, when stress levels are at their peak and you’re about to careen of the crumbling cliff that is your sanity, tea can sooth you. Rein you in.

It invigorates you, after a long day of eating crap and being constantly bombarded by the exuberance of the media and the modern world, it’s a nice constant to have. A shred of dignity untainted by the ever-there promiscuity and indulgence that is society. It’s a good reminder that people over complicate things. After all, while tea is brilliant, it is still just leaves and water. Milk and sugar.

It wakes you up, a nice dose of sugar and caffeine to kick start your senses when your eyelids grow heavy – laden with effort of maintaining consciousness..

It’s utter brilliance.

And honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without it. 

Inevitability

Inevitability. The assumption that such an outcome was always foreseen, not a thing could have intervened. These roads on which we travel were always leading us here. Is that to say we have no control over our lives? Perhaps we all cling to our personifications and assertions and claims to the word 'unique' with such vigour because all outcomes are inevitable. Life lies and seduces us with fanciful things but truly has one plan for us to live out, and there's nothing we can do to change that. Or maybe, just maybe, the term is an excuse. A way of diverting fault from one's self by deeming the fates as reason for all happenings. All -- stumblings, road blockage and mishaps, every last issue or strenuous obstacle -- the fault of that which is out of our control. Perhaps in some cases that assertion holds truth. Undeniably in fact. But it cannot be deemed a satisfactory understanding for all things. Because the day we decide life isn't of our own fruitful design, is the day we stumble blindly and helplessly through crawling days of forgotten dreams. Perhaps we are relaxed, 'cause hey, we're finally stopped moving. But when we no longer care... is happiness even a possibility? For what worth is in life without happiness?

Admittedly, inevitability does exist. But more often than not, we use it as reason not to improve, a way to not be at fault and an excuse not to care. 

Too often do we not care.

Just my thoughts on Inevitability. 

Sunsets in passing

Sometimes I'm in the car, on the way home, and I just can't help myself.