have a sip of tea - life at last breathe

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 last breathe.

in the betrayal of loss, it whistle,

why did they have to go?

why do the good ones leave, while the rotten apple remain?

life seems normal, then, suddenly,

everything changes—

every ending is a new beginning,

yet each one comes with a cost.

are we willing to pay the price to embrace the dawn of what’s next?

people speak so easily of choices,

but when the weight bears down,

can they bear the burden of their decisions?

what if you were a soldier on the front line,

aware that one day, you must leave this world.

you might find peace in knowing,

but what of the loved ones left behind?

family, friends, comrades——they must find their own peace, too.

that’s the power of knowing:

we didn’t foresee the pandemic's dark tide,

yet some still chose to sacrifice,

bearing the weight of grief for those they loved.

they whistle time heals all wounds,

but sometimes it only dulls the edge,

like a fading echo in the night.

knowledge is power,

yet it carries a burden,

why else do they yearn to return to their childhood?

heal their inner child, they murmur,

but what if that child is now a teenager,

standing resolute with a sword?

bereavement carves a place in the heart,

sitting there forever,

yet when we focus it,

it can become a weapon, a fierce motivator.

sadness transforms into resolve;

pain becomes the spark of action.

it never truly leaves them—

it grows quieter, softer,

until it surges back,

like the sea's tide, unanticipated.

in grief’s shadow, they find their strength,

from the darkness, they rise above,

each wound a story, each scar a lesson,

carving paths toward a brighter dawn.

if trauma and scars are passed down through generations,

so too can rebirth;

testament to resilience of cycles—

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