My Life as a Tea Bag


I can remember a few key episodes in my life. Quite a lot of them, actually, though in a highly censored form to maintain my self-esteem. One thing I cannot remember, despite considerable effort, is my birth. In fact I can’t remember my first thought, and I’m not sure what my earliest memory was. I recall being allowed to go out and buy my own box of matches, but someone reminded me recently that I was twenty-five when that happened, so other events may have preceded it.

The Tea Bag of which we speak comes from the finest plantation. You can equate it to the very best in nursery schools, where the little leaves are cherished and pampered as if they are the most important things on the planet. Oh yes, they are loving this part of their life. Time moves on through school and some kind of graduation ceremony where the individual segments of leaf are collected into Tea Bags, and placed in smart outer packaging so as to attract the end user.

They settle in together, bonding with the camaraderie found in regiments, and share their school and childhood memories : it’s a beautiful time. The future is shrouded in mystery but new friendships are formed, and the packaging is delightfully comfortable.

Early one morning, they hear a noise, a humming and then whistling sound which might be the sound of passing angels. The package opens and Tea Bag and one of his chums are transported quickly into adjacent cups. After a short pause, they are covered with boiling water, and then a giant spoon comes down and squishes them mercilessly against the side of the cup… several times.

Finally, when they think it’s all over for them, they are whisked out of the cup and find themselves falling into some dark place full of biscuit wrappers and other refuse. By chance they are near each other and can console themselves for their abrupt change of circumstances.

“Don’t worry”, says the braver friend. “It’s only a phase: better times are ahead I’m sure”. It’s a sentiment which cheers them in the darkness of the wastebin. Luckily they have each other, and the future is yet to be discovered.  Sometimes enjoying the moment is the wisest thing to do.  Of course, lost in the contemplation of their circumstances they forget that part of their essence has warmed and cheered some other entity, and helped him face his day .  The purpose of your life can be beyond your understanding. It may find you, rather than you discovering it.  Will that thought comfort the Tea Bags ?

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About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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32 Responses to My Life as a Tea Bag

  1. renxkyoko says:

    That’s being very positive. Though, to be honest, I will not want to be a tea bag, if I can help it.

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  2. I just hope evrything’s gonna be okay. 😉

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  3. catterel says:

    From now on, all my teabags will stay warm and cosy in the safe shelter of the caddy until they die at a ripe old age …

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  4. maturestudenthanginginthere says:

    This is a lovely post. I love the idea that part of their essence is that they have brought warmth and cheer. In my kitchen pantry the jar the holds the teabags sits on the shelf, just like the other jars. Except I’ve put a label on the front of the teabag jar that says, “Women are like teabags, you don’t know how strong they are until you put them in hot water”. I’m the only one in our house who drinks tea and this little message, for me, is a great way to start the day. 😉

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  5. Abby says:

    My day both starts and ends with my favorite tea, and most times there’s a cup after dinner. It’s ritual. It’s comforting. My day isn’t complete without it 😉

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  6. A beautiful thought expressed with delightful whimsy! Hm, would that thought comfort the Tea Bags? I like to think that if they get really it and are comforted by it, they wouldn’t be just Tea Bags anymore, but something altogether more awesome!:)

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  7. Al says:

    Steep, ducks, very steep.

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  8. winsomebella says:

    We all need sentiments to cheer us while in the waste bin. I will think of this as I sip tea and ponder my purpose. Very creative post 🙂

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  9. Caroline says:

    thank you for reminding me to enjoy the moment and I hope we all manage to add warmth and cheer to those around us each day!

    Hugs

    C
    xx

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  10. –the moment is all we have, Peter.

    … tis is much sweeter w/ a cup of hot tea. Xx

    did you know you can make ice tea from tea bags, too?

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  11. Now I didn’t know that, but I will try and rememer it until the summer. At the moment, an invitation to my “Iced Tea Party” would find few takers as its bloody freezing outside. MInd you, can you add Vodka to that. That might pull a few people in

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  12. Lafemmeroar says:

    I have now finally figured out what it is you write … POETIC ESSAYS OF LIFE!!! I loved reading this … and your metaphors and analogies. There is always wisdom to be found in your blog. I’m so thankful that I found you.

    Tweeting this now 🙂

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  13. nelle says:

    Thanks, CD. On this tragic day, I am thankful for your whimsical exploration, a distraction what served as my tea.

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  14. Jeanna says:

    Awww I loved this post! I’ve been away for awhile, and I apologize! Real world has been crazy in my realm 🙂 stopped in to say hello and found this wonderful little piece… Beautiful as always Ducks!

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  15. WordsFallFromMyEyes says:

    WhatEVER is sauerkraut juice?? I thought sauerkraut was a European way of cooking up cabbage. Surely, ugh, surely they haven’t made a juice of this?!

    Love your mention of finishing a report in the toilet. You’ve clearly done it, and now casually put it out there – makes me smile 🙂

    I love the sound of whistling possibly being the passing by of Angels. The unseen… the unseen. Oh, what we do not see…

    Enjoyed this 🙂

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  16. My this made me smile. I enjoyed this. You never know how one little word or smile might influence someone else. Savor every moment – maybe with a nice strong cup of tea. Lovely post.

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  17. eof737 says:

    How did the teabags reveal their wisdom? I’m impressed. 🙂

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  18. Wisdom of the tea bags – I always knew there was something special about them. And uncertainty shared is certainly one of the benefits – for the teabags, at least – of tea for two.

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