I am grateful for fulfillment.
I am a self proclaimed foodie. I love trying new places and checking out new trends in the food scene. I grew up watching PBS cooking shows like "Yan Can Cook", Julia Child's "The French Chef", and Jaques Pepin. This was before Food Network even existed.
I can say that "I live to eat". My vegan friend, on the other hand, has the opposite mantra. He says that "He eats to live". I've always been perplexed by him especially during lunches. I've always felt a little sorry for him. Like he's missing out on life with his limited diet.
In this month of Ramadan, however, I've discovered a new relationship with food. Don't get me wrong, I still watch the clock and count the hours until it's sunset when it's time to break my fast. I still plan my meals in my head and fantasize about my first morsel of food. But when the clock has struck 8:30 pm and I've had several bites, that anticipation is gone. The longing is gone. Each morsel of food is like the law of diminishing returns. It doesn't seem that fulfilling anymore. It doesn't satisfy me. I still feel like something is still missing which I am not getting from my food.
Ramadan has taught me that food is just one slice of a pie called life. Alone, it doesn't offer any fulfillment. And like my vegan friend says, "we eat to live".
It's the other things that give one a sense of fulfillment. These are things like spirituality, relationships, and community. Food is just one means to an end.