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have a sip of tea - life at first salty

  • Writer: E
    E
  • Sep 2, 2024
  • 3 min read

Updated: Sep 25, 2024

have a pot of tea.

imagine sipping from a warm pot of tea.

when you take that first sip,

what type of tea did you imagine drinking?

is it light?

bitter?

sweet?

was the flavor,

a delicate blend of chamomile and honey?

soothing your senses with its gentle sweetness?

'cause in a world transformed by a pandemic,

a pot of tea became a sanctuary.

its warmth embraced us,

a refuge from realities.

throughout the pandemic,

our lives transformed in unpredictable ways.

in that tranquil moment,

dreams are woven into reality.

dreams intertwined with reality,

a tapestry woven with hope and hardship.

so did you dream a dream?

'cause we did.

ever wonder how one pandemic has changed all of us.

for the better or not,

it depend.

across digital landscapes,

crossing oceans.

we found solace in newfound friendships from corners of the world we'd never have explored otherwise.

new friendships blossomed,

transcending borders,

defying oceans.

oceans were crossed,

not just in miles but in experiences shared.

we navigated this uncharted territory,

how was yours like?

ours was wild.

our shared journey wild and untamed.

some said sometimes it takes ten years to get that one year that changes your life,

ours did.

let me tell you our story for CreateTogether.

and you can decide on what you think.


life at first salty.


a monk once said,

with wisdom so clear,

raise your children well,

no need to fear—

for spoiling them now will cost you then,

you'll raise their children,

again and again.


it’s curious,

those who speak with disdain and so much sh*t,

yet mingle and HAHA with the very ones they claim to disdain and disgrace.

if they're but trash,

then reflect with care,

what are you,

who lingers there in the company you pursue?


a heart is an eye,

which sees all,

seeing truths deep within,


reincarnation's whistles, "where they've once been?

how many gaze upon their art in museum?

or sing and hear the melody they once adorned yet recall none at all?

read words they wrote in another life,

watch films made in forgotten strife.

or fall in love with the same soul in another face, or anew soul,

in a dance of fates,

a love both old and true."


life is short,

so take the leap,

propose to your crush,

even at first glance or even if you weep.

get rejected early, don’t hesitate or let it weigh—

fudge off forever,

don't let it aggravate.

for in these moments,

lessons learned shape a better fate,

& open the door to a love that won’t abate.


so when you're young,

let love find you over and over,

letting each experience sweep over you so that as age etches its marks,

your heart remains rich with vibrant bubbles.

stories woven with laughter, reckless joy, and unconventional choices,

of moments where you danced on the edge,

breaking the rules with a smile,

cherishing the thrill of doing wrong in the right way,

& holding onto those tales,

as the truest treasures of a life well-lived.

for they become the stories you tell later,

reflecting a life lived with passion and joy,

even as you grow old and wrinkled.


but never awaken the wrath of the kind, beware—

a death volcano at peace, more fearsome when erupted you'll find than a dormant, active volcano's wrath is beyond compare.


there is something strangely sacred with salt,

in salt lies something pure,

in our tears, in the sea, a truth that endures.

a silent reminder of what life can be;


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