Tea Leaves.


I would make tea over and over again. The first time it didn’t taste good so I brewed the leaves for less time. It tasted worse, so I brewed them for longer. When I realized time had no incidence on flavor, I tried playing with the temperature. More heat, then less. The result was the same…or worse. I changed the teapot. Different materials and sizes.

I never thought of changing the tea.


There are two extremes of people out there. The ones that do realize the leaves are the issue, and throw them away easily, and the people that are so in love with the idea of the tea that they hold on to it, deep in their madness, and try to change everything, even reshape the world in their minds just to make the tea leaves work. Deeper into their rabbit hole. I guess we all fall in some middle ground.

The ones who can throw the leaves away are those who can hop from sinensis to sinensis, who are able to change their tea the way they do underwear. The other type though, are the brooding, Cameron Crowe inspired young men or women that are hopeless in their pursuit of that cup of tea, even if it will never be truly theirs to enjoy. They want to rescue the leaves no matter how torn they are, even if the mold has taken their vitality and left them a shadow of a former tea leaf. What they don’t realize is that yes, sometimes, you can change things about the brewing process, you can reshape parts of the world, and you can make it work. Those stories are out there. Most of the times though, it won’t work, and it will eat at you if you keep thinking about keeping the tea. You’ll become torn, moldy and ultimately broken.

You wouldn’t want to go through all that just to fix some tea leaves.

So I threw out the tea, and I’m not looking back.