SHACK 882 INDIGESTION

 

 First City Parenting

I sat there sipping my hot water with a couple of slices of lemon in it and then being served with what I name fine expensive food and in a very expensive restaurant and because of the Covid-19 shenanigans it was a half price offer and many who could not afford the full price and had not been to this establishment took advantage of this offer as did I

The restaurant was packed and queue was forming outside. My food arrived and what I remembered from my past wealthy days, the food was cooked to perfection so to speak and now foreign to to my taste buds whether it was nutritious or not I have a vague idea it was not, but perhaps I do it injustice and biased.

The noise was deafening and the servers were flustering and shouting as they were catering for so many non stop, they were clearing tables rapidly in order to accommodate the impatient queue outside.

I observed the customers and wondered what their lives consisted off? Had they thought about the impermanence of life, the sheer immensity of the Universe, the strange new rules regarding the invasion the 'super flu' their health and well being was it just to follow the so called 'norm'. The seeming finality of death, the social injustices, the war torn planet, this rock that gives us food and the every elements this mortal coil has and so on.

I consumed my food and was stuffed to the hilt and only felt overfull and the tastes of the meal came back on me. Later on I got severe indigestion, acid reflex, stomach cramp, headache, insomnia and many trips to the bathroom.

I wondered how many may have had the same reaction as this was not their's or mine usual menu and did the so called good life really benefit those who can afford it and that frequently visit this restaurant. Was I just philosophising, being to curious and nosy and was my probing into the realities and depths of realities and their substance, platforms and existences useful in the sense that many of the good folks sharing this event with me, although unknown but a few familiar from my local cafe and many less glamorous venues less or more content than I.

They seemed happy and content and does the probing and questions about life matter to them, maybe, and is the comparison of a deeper examination make me any more content than theirs. Maybe of their moving pavement in life they were content and dealt with the ups and downs as most folk do and just get over the fear and tragedies as most people do in their coping mechanisms and maybe I read to much into existence and life that would baffle and confuse others.

Perhaps destiny and fate or whatever you feel, places us where we are and the strange synchronicity's are like a guiding hand in another dimension, like the old Greek Gods and they play dice with our lives.   

Perhaps just the hassle and bustle of life, the job, the mortgage, the kids, wife, the house the car, the holiday, the support of a sports team, perhaps church, synagogue or other worship, the 'Telly', the take away's, the gym, the pub and no deep thinking or very little 'just the ticket' and the meaning of life is that above. Perhaps their lack of awareness as to my way of life is OK and when their demise arrives there is the phrase 'well we all have to go' and not to ponder why so and so on and perhaps they would better off not pondering such things because in my experience unless you go the whole way and really meditate on such things it can make one's life miserable and confusing. For me I have to ponder, meditate, search and well I feel the quest is never ending and so is life.

   

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