Medication/Coffee

When I was drinking my coffee today, I realized that I was doing exactly the same thing as when I was sick during my childhood. Chinese herbalist would put candied fruit in the bag with the prescription for the kids. It was to counteract the usually bitter medicine and to entice the kid to drink it. Today, I had my unsweetened espresso, a small glass of water and a couple pieces of chocolate. All of a sudden it dawns on me that my coffee tasted unexpectedly like the medicine. It is strange, isn’t it, that I crave exactly the same taste as I once loathed? Actually, I still loathe that taste when it is not coffee. Is this a sign of my addiction to caffeine? Is this a matter of packaging? Or, that when we grow up, we take up inexplicable tastes? We drink sharp and biting alcoholic drinks; we eat tongue melting spicy food; we smoke lung-burning cigarettes; and we rather work than play. Are these all signs of maturity? Or, are they signs of decay? I certainly hope it is the former, but my instincts tell me, well…