have a sip of tea - life at first bell rings

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 bell rings.

slam

swore it wouldn’t be like them—

a promise sealed in anger’s stem.

once fiery and wild,

watching hands fly,

unloved as a child,

love felt denied.

it didn't know back then,

but now it sprouts,

with age comes sight,

now it knows:

parents aren’t heroes,

just wrong and right.

the older it gets,

the clearer it sees—

they’re flawed like it,

with yearning and need.

once a kid, alone, it teared.

the older it gets,

the more it learns:

parents aren’t saviors,

just people, in turn.

it used to be mad,

now it learned,

love isn’t given,

it’s something earned.

send the receipt,

give it all back to them.

it wanted the truth,

but felt the lack.

it learned to seek what the world called gold,

to fill the void that years made cold.

money gleams, but cuts like a knife.

it holds it tight, but what’s the price?

chasing gold, yet feeling the loss—

does climbing high outweigh the cost?

it wants it bad, but wonders still—

will money ever fill the thrill?

the higher it climbs, the heavier the skies,

it holds the coin, but questions why.

money—

it hates you,

parents sleep,

but dare it ask?

don't you be a liar;

want it as a gift,

will it be free?

or fall too fast?

is it a snob for what it seeks?

it's not snob for wanting the glow.

but is money the key

to all it must know?

money is dirty,

but you, you shine—

promise of life

so rich, so divine.

yet something feels wrong,

deep in its chest—

the shine can’t give

what the heart loves best.

eh, eh, eh—money cuts deep.

will it bring peace or restless sleep?

it doesn’t need it, but craves its glow—

is it the key to all it must know?

it thought money could fill the hole,

but something aches deep in its soul.

the shine can't give what love bestows,

& now it wonders what it knows.

eh, eh, eh—what’s this life?

money shines bright,

but joy’s inside.

does having more bring it peace inside?

the answer’s elusive, so it hides.

it shine like the sun.

it doesn't need you, no,

it doesn't need you,

but still, it does.

will you make it happier?

it wants to turn its back on you,

will it find joy in its currency?

money’s so dirty,

yet dazzling bright.

it tries to turn,

but craves its height.

shining for you, at the cost of its soul.

rip the seam, tear the thread—

don’t marry someone

for who they’ll become.

love them now,

for who they are today,

not for what you’re told

or what might change.

see the truth, not fantasy.

“you get me!” bell cries, “you know me well!”

but many fit the stories they tell.

before the vow, ask what’s true.

you might be compatible with many, let that unfold—

think of the bird outside the window.

ignore advice that doesn’t fit.

ask yourself: is money the key?

will it set you free?

the higher you go, the higher the cost—

but leave this world a little lighter,

you’re never lost.

eh, eh, eh—money’s got a shine,

but happiness is something it defines.

it hears them bells say, “don’t go to bed mad,”

but at midnight, emotions clench a fist.

build what works, ignore the noise—

this life’s its song, it keeps its voice.

in the storm, wings too fragile so pause their flight—

it rests and waits to feel the light.

cause it could damage their wing,

to save its wings, to keep their flight.

so rest, too,

when life’s storm screams.

they pause in nature’s fight—

no need to rush, to chase the fight—

it’ll fly again when time is right.

eh, eh, eh—money shines bright,

but happiness is something it defines.

it’ll leave this world a little lighter,

chasing not the gold, but something higher.

in this life, it learns with time,

that money’s dirty, but love can shine.

it walks alone, from first breath to final sigh,

the only truth, its only friend.

in this world, from start to fall,

it learns to rise, and face it all.

each soul arrives on its own quest,

& leaves the same,

no time to rest.

life grips hard with cold, tight hands,

but it accepts the dark’s demands.

it walks its path, it pays the price,

in the end, it defines its life.

why should they grasp the labyrinth of your tears?

your burden's yours, alone to bear.

we all must learn to face the night—

eh, eh, eh—money’s got a shine,

but happiness is something it defines.

it'll leave this world a little lighter,

not lost in gold, but something brighter;

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