EAT ALL OF YOUR MEAL! WALK TO THE KIOSK!

01.06.04


At a time when I was feeling blue, I used to ask myself questions like: ‘WHY? WHY ME?’ and all that stuff. Well, all this crap might have taken precious time from my beautiful little life but it has helped me realize something that changed my view about life in general.

When the feeling of unfairness tickles your brain, making you feel a strange itch inside and outside, so sharp that you can’t sleep at nights, the only thing that is left to you is breaking the ground. Get out of your ego for a while and forget what you wanted to do for yourself, even if what you want is nothing more than what was freely given to the other people around you.

Being unfairly treated is perfectly natural in that case. And yet, you might escape the fact that the whole world is built upon the backs of the people who pay, without being responsible, for the crimes of those who eventually manage to stay unpunished, because they have concentrated so much wealth that makes them powerful and invulnerable. Whether wanting it or not, everything is on their side. Wealth (natural and material) is divided unfairly and so is power. What does this have to do with food? A lot.

You say that you are unfairly treated but you forget that you contributed to increasing this unfairness as well; and you did it your way and maybe without wanting to. Every day, you leave your meal on your dish. You consume water and power and you don’t even bother thinking about those who yearn for what you throw away. You say that people should try more to be in your place, every time that they don’t seem to bother whether you can or can’t go to their place, use the buses or use their bathrooms. You say that they are selfish and care only about themselves and their family and that they don’t appreciate all that they have, when they drive the car in order to fetch cigarettes from the kiosk, whereas they could simply move their legs and walk, a thing that you would do yourself, if you could walk.

I have thought about all this. I know that I am not going to walk, even if you never go to a kiosk by car again, just like I know that many people will continue suffering from hunger and live under conditions of ultimate poverty, although I stopped throwing my meal away. Nonetheless, I believe that each of us has to do everything possible in order to smooth the ends of this sharp glass that deepens the unhealed wounds of people.