Tea has been my recent microcosm of life.
I pour tea and my life flashes in front of me,
In the form of tea.
Boiling water on fresh matcha leaves, and it’s too acrid.
Don’t rush.
Leave it brewing for too long, and it’s too bitter.
Balance is delicate.
Pour it too fast, it spills.
Art comes from experience.
Experience comes from patience.
Do it all “right” and someone still says this is just flavoured water.
Perspective.
You can’t please everyone.
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