I come back to this feeling. This impatience, the lack of sleep, the brain that keeps wrapping itself around a fingers that it can control, but can't. It takes the mind to be able to control the surrounding situations, feelings, emotions. The mind controls the heart, the beating, blood pulsating through veins. Muscles contracting, ligaments streching, nerves feeling.
A heightened sense of touch, smell, taste, a passion living, a breathing living organism more so than that what the body can totally perceive. Rage makes drunks, depression makes pill-poppers, confusion makes stoners, the creator needs nothing more than a hammer, a nail, and an idea. For motivation is always deep within oneself. Much like inteliect is nothing more than opportunities that are found, and ignored.
Everyone should have to spend some time in the food industry. Have it be a mandatory thing like signing up for Selective Service. A statement I proposed tonight to a very sweet person, and her reply...
Well, would that make the world more appreciative or bitter?
If people could only see the mental struggles, the stress, the heat, the passion, and more so the drive that cooks and servers go through (and everyone in between) to give you your food hot, fresh, and on a clean plate? I don't think people would go out anymore. We work with hours for people almost shoulder to shoulder. You have your cubicles, and Ipod to relieve your stress and motivate you through the day. All we have at the end of the night is our pride.
Sure, it may make the world bitter and groan at first. I for one would love to see a rich lawyer's son have to wash dishes at a resturant, but would I want to deal with him? Of course not.
Appreciation and chivarly are not some distant cities in France. They may sound it, but they aren't. I promise. The best advice I can, and will ever give someone is Don't bite the hand that feeds, or delievers.
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