It's a cruel world, full of stimulants and distractions. But for those of us who choose to eschew the buzz of caffeine, what's left?
The abyss of a quiet mind. The stillness of a morning that's not punctuated by the jolts of a coffee maker. The freedom to ponder life's existential crises without the haze of a midday latte.
In a world where options abound, why do we settle for decaf when we could be sipping on the bitter taste of nothingness? It's a question that haunts us, like the specter of a sleepless night spent worrying about the meaninglessness of it all.
Or do we?
We're often told to indulge in life's pleasures, to seek out the highs and the lows, to never settle for the bland and the boring. But what of those who prefer the comfort of a lukewarm cup of tea, the gentle warmth of a sunlit afternoon, the soft murmur of a contented silence?
Are we simply the unenlightened, or are we the vanguard of a new wave of thought, one that values the subtle over the sensational?
Read the Decaf Revolution Manifesto