have a sip of tea - life at first map
- BAKA
- Jan 1
- 2 min read
Updated: Jan 1

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 map.
the map's lens' fierce gaze in play,
from birth to now, through a winding maze.
it type in an address,
the path seems clear,
with directions that guide,
& the goal draw near.
it calculates turns, whistling each cue,
& it start to follow, trusting the system to reach its destination.
it start following its guidance,
but then —by mistake—
'turn right,' it whistles,
yet it veer to the left,
a moment of error,
don’t feel bereft.
the map doesn’t judge or scold,
it doesn’t despair,
it simply adjusts,
recalculating and redirecting it down a different route with infinite care.
a dead zone may come,
with the signal gone weak,
uncertain roads ahead,
no voice left to speak.
but still, it drive on,
the way will reveal,
as paths realign with steadfast zeal.
a new route emerges,
perhaps longer in length,
or one that surprises with beauty and strength.
sometimes it takes longer;
sometimes it's unknown,
but it still leads it to its destination.
each turn, each road, still leads it ahead,
to the destination that was always said.
other times, it might even reveal a better, unexpected road.
either way,
it’ll get where it'll meant to be.
so don’t fear the detours—they're just part of the way,
so welcome the unknown,
its path shapes each day.
cause each road it take is uniquely its own.
don't sweat;
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