Thursday, January 30, 2020

Unmade and Unsure

The fatal metaphor of progress, which means leaving things behind us, has utterly obscured the real idea of growth, which means leaving things inside us. 
- Gilbert K. Chesterton

I really hope this isn't a midlife crisis. I mean, not in a traditional sense where in as many years as I've already lived it will be over. But it's a...something. An uneasiness. And since my mind goes straight to how food and life reflect each other I'm contemplating recipes. Or rather, how we select what we cook and likewise, how we select how we live.
~*~