To carry the weight of the world on your shoulders everyday is a struggle, the strain it brings. The stress it yields. The responsibility always present. This is the life of a parent. A life brought to being through love. That life now solely relies upon you and your partner. Food, clothes, shelter… it’s upto you. The daunting task ahead, a mixture of joy and nerves. Can we really do this? Are we ready? The moments most joyous, also bring the burden of great responsiblity. Never will more stress be experienced. Never will such pride be realised. Never will such strong emotions be felt. To be a parent, is to carry the weight of the world on your sholders.
The weather, a big influence in the way we live, from our sleeping habits, to eating habits, to shopping habits. Should I buy that coat? “Will I really use it, summer is just around the corner”. Such thoughts may occupy our mind, whilst trying to perform what should be the simplest of tasks… spending money. A cold harsh, British day/night can inspire the laziness within each of us, with the large majority opting to stay inside, a nice takeaway and TV awaits. This rather than endure the cold… can you blame them? The weather has the ability to mold certain cultures, the Mediterranean way of life, a midday heat induced siesta, and making up for these lost hours through increased activity in what the British would call sleepy time. Most of us complain about the weather wherever we may be in the world, from the Spanish complaining about the heat, to the British moaning of the cold, unpredictability and rain. One cultural habit we all share… we all moan about ‘the bloody weather’.
May the best man win, a common sentiment. A sentiment I do not care for, money is on the line here, this is no time to be nice, that money in the pot is mine. Cards looking good, pocket pair in hand, anxiously anticipating the rest of the cards. I don’t show anxiety. I don’t show emotion. Eyes of glass, face of stone …unreadable. Pocket pair, a secret I shall fiercely protect. It all depends on the cards in the middle now, what will they be, is it worth the risk. Shall I raise? Shall I call? My insticts key to success, is that a bluff, or do they possess that specific comibination of cards capable of see me moving back in with my parents. Raising money on the weekends by walking dogs, having to dispose of the mess they will undoubtely cause, a bag a warm brown mess possibly awaiting. It all comes down to this, I’m going all in. I can see I’m ahead… a certain winner.
21 years of age, finding his feet in the world. Will still isn’t sure what it is he wants to do with the rest of his life. Such questions he ponders upon his daily quest to and from his working life as a compliance officer. A somewhat eccentric individual, he has lavish dreams of riches allowing a private jet type of lifestyle, mojito in one hand, bottomless wallet in the other. Wife and kids in toe, ready to seize everyday in another place, no day the same, with an undeniable freedom no person can restrict. A whole life, dreams, ambitions can be envisaged enroute to the office. Will, the compliance officer – can he breakout of what is now normal? Could he travel the world?
Make the future of which you dream an inevitable reality, rather than waiting to find that the distant tomorrow of which you dreamt … never came.
Inspiration in life, this is different for everyone. What is your muse? What do you aspire to be? Is it the Olympic athletes such a as Mo Farah and Usain Bolt, whom have inspired you to follow in their footsteps, olympic gold an attainable dream. Is your muse your mother or father? Have you seen all that they have done for you and others, is it your pride in their achievements which you wish to replicate for your children. What inspires individuals is not set to specific parameters, and it can change as we evolve throughout our life journeys.
Taste is special in many foods, a significant draw of course to what we choose to grace our pallets. A satisfying meal, a combination of savoury and sweet has the ability to send all of us into a calm tranquility. However, food transcends taste and the ability to fill that hole in our stomachs. At times a rallying cry can be heard from the stomach, signalling to the brain, WE NEED FOOD.
The transcendence of food, is one which goes hand in hand with the psychological idea of cue dependency, in which it is said that we have certain cues for specific memories. Whenever the smell of fresh lasagne is in the air, I am taken back to Itlay, and the fond memories of visiting my grandfather who has sadly since past. But, that food, the smell and the atmosphere it brings, keeps those memories alive. To many people food holds these types of memories, a plate of food means something different to everyone. Memories in bowl, or an emotional connection to a distant past served on a plate. It is not just the taste which makes food great.