If I may ask it myself, when was the last time i actually ate just for the sake of it? Thing is, I am actually setting an idea here wherein the idea itself is the one I am trying to figure out. I remember last year, my professor in this philosophy class I enrolled in asked us the same question, "when was the last time...?" And i figured, she has a shit awesome point there. When was the last time I actually ate something and enjoyed the idea of eating alone? Eating alone which meant eating as it is. Eating. Yes. Only that.
Every time I eat, I have been accustomed to eating because I know its a life-requirement. When I eat, I never really thought of the idea of eating. I never found the time to appreciate my time for eating. My mind is always afar from the table and it's always thinking of other random things that keeps me from tasting, appreciating and savoring the food.
Well, considering all of those, I think i never really eaten anything. Same goes for sleeping. And a lot more.
With all the world's feeding of information, emotions and experiences, I didn't even realize that it got the best OR worst of me. The world constantly and consistently pressured me into thinking and worrying about everything that concerned me, BUT this. The world never let me ate.
I'm ordering pizza.
