Me : Imagine when tea is a perfect blend of all ingredients, the fragrance of fresh tea leaves, aromatic steam from the cup, the silence of the moment, the most spectacular views around, prefect cool breeze, empty mind, heart filled with love - all in my reserved cup. Its a moment when you want nothing but be in the present.
Nothing from the past would matter. Nothing about the future would bother. Its living and dying in an instant.
I find that hard to explain. Its not just a cup of tea anymore for me…..
Voice : Hmm.
Me : Strangely, my only passive and peaceful quest. Would that be a wasted life ?
Voice : That perfect cup of tea will lead you to yourself. You could spend your whole life looking for one, and it would not be a wasted life.
