more food than we can handle
there’s a strange kind of comfort in abundance the fridge is full the table is heavy and for a moment it feels like we’ve made it we buy more store more and order more because it’s easy and because it gives us a sense of control but sometimes standing in front of all that plenty we realize it’s not really about hunger it’s about reassurance.
we’ve built a world where having more is a quiet way of saying we’re safe we overfill our baskets and plates as if we’re trying to protect ourselves from uncertainty somewhere along the way the act of feeding ourselves became tangled with the fear of not having enough even when we clearly do
food has become more than just food it’s proof that we can afford that we can choose that we can decide when and how to satisfy our needs yet that freedom has a hidden price we waste so much not because we don’t care but because abundance has made us numb we buy what looks good not what we’ll actually eat.
every now and then i think about how people once treated food nothing went to waste not because of rules but because every piece meant something it carried work time and value today we can swipe and click our way to comfort and maybe that’s why it feels so easy to forget what food really stands for.
maybe it’s not about guilt but about awareness about knowing when enough is enough and when more stops adding anything real because when the table is overflowing the question isn’t what we’ll eat next it’s whether all that excess is really feeding us or just filling the space where something else should be.