Let me ask you a question.
Would you rather be hungry or dead??
That’s an easy one for me to answer.
100% absolutely, positively, hungry.
Because if I’m not hungry I’m not living anyways.
The hunger that I’m talking about isn’t dictated by my stomach.
I’m talking about the hunger for more.
It’s like my appetite is insatiable.
Maybe it’s because I’ve always felt like I wasn’t experiencing things at 100%.
Things have always seemed a bit muted for me.
Feelings, experiences, even love.
But as I’ve gotten older, I seem to be opening up more.
Allowing the full brute force of situations and emotions to hit me.
Be it a broken heart.
Having to release people from your life.
Or a dream that must be deferred.
But also the wonderful aspects of life.
My child’s smile as he looks up at me with his arms wrapped around my waist.
Meeting someone and feeling those butterflies (even if thus far they have been fleeting).
Laughing and joking with family and friends.
I can’t imagine going back to a life of black and white.
When I have the option to choose to live with all the colors of the spectrum.
So yes, being hungry can sometimes cause a painful pang.
But the other option is death; which is no option at all in my mind.
Which do you choose?