teatime thoughts

 i have never been satisfied with the temperature of my tea. 

it is always either too hot, too cold, or too lukewarm.

due to this, i never know how to enjoy and savor it; i always down it as fast as i can because for some reason, making it disappear is more gratifying than appreciating that i am able to drink a cup of tea in the first place. 

the epicurean theory of the good life is one that is simultaneously satisfying and moral; one free from the crippling liabilities of fear of death, fear of death, fear of absence of satisfaction.

i suppose i have yet to find my perfect tea temperature.