I savor my espressos more than my regular cups of coffee. Why? Because it’s a smaller cup.
For one, if there’s less to drink, every sip matters more. I pay attention every time I swallow. But a smaller cup also makes the whole experience more fragile. I can fit the entire cup into my hand. It feels vulnerable. Worth protecting.
A lot can get lost in a big cup. Especially time. In a small one, you see everything that lies ahead. It’s almost as if you can look straight at its bottom. The end is always near. So let’s make it count!
The same applies to smaller portions all around. Of food. Of leisure. Of spending. Buying a $2,000 handbag rarely feels more special than finding a unique pouch at a thrift shop for $20.
That’s the problem with pleasure: It never lasts regardless. So you might as well use smaller cups.