It was about midday, more specifically around that point where it would make sense

to have nap however I'm an "adult" now so apparently it's frowned upon. Not only

was I mentally crashing but I was hungry...very hungry... so what did I do?

I had a cup of coffee.

Sure I could've had a proper meal and it probably would've done a better job at

appeasing my hunger and my headache.

But I didn't.

I had a cup of coffee.

I don't know what it was about this specific 8oz dark roast blend that put me into

this perspective but I realized that I was once again suppressing my natural

desires but this time around via a mere cup of coffee.

Follow me.

A quick fix.

Highly time efficient.

Easy to digest.

Hands free.

And provides a question burst of energy.

But at what cost? Is the substitution worth it if it’s only going to leave me even

hungrier and more drained once the high is over?

So of course upon that realization I had to go down the rabbit hole. Because that's

just what I do best. And I began to think of all the other ways I have suppressed

my hunger. Whether it be tethering cheap company to avoid solitude, drowning

myself in a day job because its an "easier" mode of income, or shouting "c'est la

vie!" when faced with severe inconveniences.

Simply said, both literally and figurately speaking, hunger is a state of

desperation. It is a state of lack and though it may be unfavorable, it is however

natural and a way to take heed of inventory. As much as acceptance is the first

step, the route taken to satisfy our cravings may be just as crucial.

To take the healthier route and prepare for the inevitable, or to sabotage self

into operating in a state of survival?