Food and Frustrations

Today is a roller coaster of emotions. 

The morning starts with a heartbreak and the painful reminder that society is truly broken; that most people do not respect others by default and they will mostly only do so when they believe you are superior to them. It sucks that one has to fight hard not to fall into the trap that one must flaunt their privileges at all times and avoid humility at the expense of getting stepped upon.

Perhaps it is why finishing the Book I: Dune at around noontime is so bittersweet. A good book is always a pleasure but the realization that this work of fiction may not be too far off from the harsh reality: that to be malevolent is natural and to be decent, an abomination. And that purpose is found when you struggle and fight for fairness and justice—concepts so aspired as they are so abnormal.

In the evening, I brought home newly-bought spectacles and decided to cook shakshouka for my mom and brother. And now I feel so much better.

Indeed, to worry about the failures of humanity is futile. As the Muad’Dib says, “there is no escape—we pay for the violence of our ancestors.”

Better cook good food and rest.