Life is like a cup of tea. It can burn you, but it tastes so good.  I don’t believe in reading tea leaves, but some hot tea just taught me a valuable lesson after I spilled it all over myself. I did something dumb that resulted in my hand and leg being burned. Yes, I yelled “OW!!!!!” I cleaned up the tea, then I ran cold water on my wounds. Do you know what I did next? I got another cup of tea. I sat down in the same spot at the same table and drank hot tea. Then, a thought occurred to me. Why didn’t I say to myself, “I’m not drinking anymore tea? I might spill it again. It could be worse next time. I don’t want to experience that pain ever again”? If I quickly got another cup of tea after being painfully burned, why do I avoid other activities after I get wounded from doing them? I have actually denied myself the pleasure of doing what I like to do because of wounds I have sustained. I have actually said to myself after a negative experience, “Well, I’m done with that”, or “I won’t try that again”. Why did I say that? If I can risk burning my leg, I can risk getting my feelings hurt or my heart broken right? On the whole, what is the real difference between life and tea? Nothing!!!! Have another cup. Don’t mind if I do.