My Politics of Culture professor would ask “What does it matter what the difference is?.” And I would agree with him. If we can twist any discourse, any concept, any object, into anything else with “rationality”, then would it matter if this feeling (the warm little heart bursting at the seams) was actual content or just a symptom of three cups of coffee?

If it physically feels the same than it might not matter. 

They say that the act of smiling can turn your upset mood around, well then maybe a cup of coffee is my cure for a tad bit of springtime blues. That cup is just a springboard for the inspiration I need to fill my day with rainbows and unicorns. And no, I am not being sarcastic.