During today's lunch, one of my colleagues muttered at the bitterness of her coffee. She has already added a bag of sugar in her drink. I opted for the same stuff, sugar free as usual, and enjoyed it alone.
When did I savour the taste of bitterness? The answer could never be told. I guess I was quite used to this unpleasant taste, even in my young age. To quench coughing, bitter Chinese herbal soup was my routine recipe. However, the assimilation of bitterness only started in recent years. The most obvious reason is the recede of sharpness of my aging tongue. Now, I would comfortably quote black coffee and balsam pear as two of my favorite food.
It seems paradoxical for ones to like negative things. Whilst things could be described, like pain, sadness, or the aforesaid bitterness, the "negative" feeling tagged to those things is just generalization or stereotype. Like sadness, the attribute of negativity is easily understandable. Nevertheless, isn't it quite enjoyable to relief oneself through crying in the sadness? Catharsis is omitted.
The Chinese proverb "one who could swallow the bitter of bitterness is the best of the best" could never be testified. However, under the overwhelming tide of sweeties, bitterness is needed to resist the cajolement.
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