The hunger. Everyday #98

Feast

I drank at every vine.
The last was like the first.
I came upon no wine
So wonderful as thirst.

I gnawed at every root.
I ate of every plant.
I came upon no fruit
So wonderful as want.

Feed the grape and bean
To the vintner and monger:
I will lie down lean
With my thirst and my hunger.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Call me crazy, but I appreciate hunger. Maybe it's because I grew up in a third world country where snacks were rare -- but I don't understand the American obsession with snacking. Why are we so afraid to be a little hungry? How do you know when it's time to eat if your belly is always full?

I think food tastes better when you're a little hungry.

But I'm not really talking about food. (I just got distracted thinking about it ... food...) Hunger is important -- it keeps us moving. You're supposed to feel some hunger. It's a warning -- you've got do something before you get ravenous.

I don't mind it because it reminds me of my humanity.

It reminds me of how sweet what is to come will be.