Why I like tea so much

I am abnormally hyper-sensitive to caffeine. As a college student, this is a disparity and the absence of substitution for my constant lack of sleep can be discouraging. 

I discovered that the caffeine in tea, particularly red and green, affects me differently; as opposed to coffee, tea has a rather soothing nature of keeping me awake. The physical act of drinking tea is also entirely different from coffee, there is something spiritual about it, an intangible act of ritual. Such a precise repetition of the same gestures of watching the steam rise from the kettle and the everchanging notes of bitter quality about the tea leaves. A beautifully simple accession for simple and authentic sensations with very little cost to become an aristocrat of taste. Tea is a beverage for both the wealthy and the poor, it is a beverage with the extraordinary virtue of introducing the absurdity of our lives an aperture of serenity. Immersing oneself in the act of appreciating a cup of tea extends beyond a morning routine, it is an appreciation of the insignificance that surrounds us. So, please dare I say, let me be melodramatic and drink my tea. Perhaps with each swallow, you as well, can sublime the workings of time.