Hunger.

Have you ever been hungry? I mean like really hungry? No food in sight, no idea when you’ll eat.. How you’ll eat.. What you’ll eat?

That’s hunger. The craving to fulfill a necessity within you needed to survive.

I know what it’s like to be actually physically hungry to the point of starving… And I’ll never forget those times, some were caused by circumstances, others sheer stubbornness on my behalf. Either way I know that feeling. And it’s very intense… Which makes me think of another type of hunger.

I’m hungry, and I don’t mean hungry for food, although I’m always eating lol I become a super bitch if I don’t get food in time, only to reveal the angel once I’m fed. But I’m not speaking of actual digestive food.

I’m hungry for success. I’m hungry for power. I’m fucking starving. I’m not even looking for food, food is all around (I speak of food in a metaphoric sense) .. I’m looking for the tools to cook, I’m searching for that kitchen with the good stove and pots. I’m working towards building up the perfect meal to satisfy my hunger, to an extent.

The little snacks I eat, are a fucking tease. They are just enough to give me the energy to cook up the real meal. The snacks remind me of how hungry I am, and how I can’t live off snacks.. I need to eat, I need to be able to feed me and mine. I need to fulfill that hunger as bad as I need to breathe.

But I don’t want to get full too soon… Getting full gives you the “itis” and that makes you lazy, you slack off .. You want a nap, and we don’t have time to sleep at this point. Well, at least I don’t. I’ve slept enough, so much that hunger tripled when I awoke. That hunger fuels you to find what it desires, but once you become stuffed on your desires… You become satisfied to the extent where you stop dead in your tracks… I don’t want to stop. But I have no worries about stopping, I’m hungry… No signs of being full any time soon.

I love seeing others just as hungry, if not hungrier than me.. It’s so motivating .. We are starving. Not even for attention, or recognition like many of our peers.. But starving for a change, starving for the revolution to better ourselves and this sick world we live in all at the same damn time. It’s not hard to tell who’s who. There’s levels to this hunger shit.. (No I won’t use a hunger games cliche reference) ..

We’re all hungry. Hungry for different things. But the shallow hunger is not real hunger, my mother always used to say, don’t eat with your eyes… You end up eating more than you can chew, by the time you realize you’re eating with your eyes, you’ve become lazy.

The real hunger, comes from your core.. Your soul rumbles like if you missed breakfast and now you’re at work and lunch is 4 hours away.. But your stomach not trying to hear that. That’s hunger. Your soul is not trying to hear that you’re satisfied with your life and where you are at… You’re a liar and your soul knows and won’t be quiet. It’s rumbling and grumbling, it needs to be fed. Feed it.

Shit real.

Are you hungry? Will a snickers satisfy your hunger? Or a full course meal? You decide.

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Table.

I really love metaphors, it’s a great asset to the direct dealing with the indirect, it’s a way of understanding.. the comparison is indeed so accurate you can flip it and it’s still the same meaning.

I love life. I love how no matter how I feel about anything I encounter, I know life is showing me something every step of the way.

Let’s look at life like a board game, that takes up an entire table, everybody has a seat. Table and people sitting at it vary. But let’s talk about you. Your seat, your view, your role, your turn.

Some may not like their seat or turn or even the piece they started with. But how they end means everything. The game of life is long.. You can become impatient and restless. But the game doesn’t stop.

At the table you may want a different view but keep in mind the tables turn slowly, most times we don’t even notice the shifting of the table because we’re so focused on the game. Granted.

Think about sitting at a table. You can see all the angles of the table, your view is just different depending on where you’re sitting. Some think seating is more important than the game itself, and it might be… Depending on why you feel it’s more important.

You should be comfortable in your seat, you should make yourself cozy in your seat, you’re more than likely going to be sitting there the entire game.. You can switch seats, but you can miss your turn like that.. Or your new view seems a little fuzzy, out of focus.. You’ve adjusted your sight to view the table from your seat, another seat alters the way you’re viewing the table.. The way you play the game.

See life is a game. And we’re all at the table. We can lay it all out on the table or shield our cards in a sense… It depends on what’s going on, what you want to do. How you’re gonna move dictates how you progress through this distinctive game of life.

Learn the game.. Learn the table. Most importantly, know your seat. Your role, your awareness of your surroundings and you overall is key in the game. The table just the setting, the seat is just your view. The game is what matters.. Sit at the right table, work with your seat to get it to the comfort level you need to fully focus on your game, so you don’t miss your turn.

Missing your turn is a set back… You have to wait until it comes back around to make your next move, so let’s say you missed your turn because you weren’t paying attention… Now you look up, feeling like you got skipped when in reality you forfeited your turn, time waits for no man and neither does life.. Life happens whether you’re on point or not… So you miss your turn and now what? You gotta wait… You gotta wait til that circle makes it’s way around your table back to you… How you choose to wait will determine how well you will do when it’s turn again. Be wise.

People at the table.
No one who arrives at the table empty handed can sit at the table. The table is a team… It’s a connecting circle of life.. We all get a turn, we all get to play.. We all get to witness. We can help each other at the table but we can’t take turns for each other. Life is very specific with that. You are who you surround yourself with, sit with ambitious driven winners and prosper or succumb to the misery of the losers circle.. The choice is yours.

There’s so many levels to this table metaphor, but I’ve gone deep enough for your mind to take a dive in… Enlighten yourself. Be aware of the game, the minute you think you’re not playing.. The game played you.

Get with it or stay lost.

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