Antoine de Saint-Exupéry considered water the most precious drink on Earth and whenever he went to a restaurant water was the first thing he would order. Once he was lost in the desert and learnt the real price of the drink we usually think too simple to pay attention. It is interesting that you have to come through real crap to learn what is really important and how little you need to be grateful. Thanks to the crash of his plane that landed in the middle of nowhere the pilot wrote The Little Prince, one of the most beautiful books in the world. Here where the theory of lemons turned into lemonade becomes handy.
I don’t drink pure water that often; obviously, I need to crash somewhere first, but my favorite beverage is still pretty simple. I love tea, plain green tea, no milk, no sugar, and I don’t care if it’s served hot or cold. The only requirement is a cup must be big.
Some people believe that the choice of a drink adds features to your psychological portrait. I don’t know if it’s true or not; I think the favorite taste can be just a matter of habit as I see many people around pouring Coca-Cola down their throats to accompany the sweetest cake they just swallowed. Seems to be too much sugar for me, but for them it’s just the right amount. I wouldn’t claim it a psychological cry for love, but I definitely see it as abuse of one’s own health.
My own favorite drink may suggest that I am secretly addictive to caffeine for green tea has a lot of it, even though not as much as coffee which I never drink just because I don’t like the taste. If I liked it, who knows, I’d probably live on it as I always need a push to do something and I’m pretty far away from being able to appreciate such simple pleasures of life like free-of-taste water.