Cheat meals

It's easy to make food that tastes good when cooking unhealthy. Think of all the ingredients that add gorgeous flavors to a meal, sending one's taste buds on an ecstatic journey. All sorts of fats, dairy, deep fried, processed, fake food, GMO's, sugars, salts and condiments. The good skill is cooking a meal that tastes sensational with only real, few ingredients. I love challenging myself with that personally, I try to excel at it though it's not always easily achievable, but knowing that I am eating real food each time is a winner. I am allergic to fake anything, and I'm a foodie, meaning food is very important in my life. Anything that is important to me has to be real; food, people, connections, writing. 

I was thinking about writing in particular, and how the morbidity seems to be the main ingredient in most writings that are considered good these days. I struggle a bit with that, I perceive it as cheat cooking. For instance, it's somewhat easy to create a writing piece that throbs on one's emotions, triggering deep feelings of sadness or melancholy, and harder to create a piece that celebrates life, without the need for extremes or heaviness. Somehow this is how our society runs and is ruled these days, but that's a different topic for another time. 

Few months ago I wanted  to create a playlist that has only upbeat, uplifting songs, it was almost an impossible job to achieve. I managed with a few ones eventually, and I'm still on the mission - mind you though, these are not sexy nor cool songs by any means. It occurred to me that it must have somehow become un-trendy, un-stylish, un-attractive to be joyous. As though humans have been made to look bleak, feel helpless, and live miserably; a new standardized set tone for modern day living of a sort. Anything other than that, and you're probably going to be categorized as not deep enough, smart, wise, or cool. It looks like as though every art form has to be run by this standard to be considered appealing or valuable. 

At the very center of us all, there is this bliss, the natural state of our existence. Our essence and core isn't exactly sad, resisting, or defying - it just is. Like the morning sun, and our heart beats, and the fall of autumn leaves, and the spring blossoms. If we keep crying the leaves falling, it is detrimental that we're going to miss the blossoming. What I think has happened is that we people got stuck and hung up on the parting with and the passing of seasons, missing out on the big picture that is life in its entirety - for sadness is but a season, not meant to be wallowed on for eternity. 

I'm not trendy nor stylish myself, my writing is elementary and very basic, but I've always found vast, magical worlds within this realm of minimalism. Like a child's eyes, naiively, I still see the world with wonder magic, and almost disbelief at just how beautiful this existence is, and getting the chance to be part of it, witness it, and feel it all... and so I write. 

Yes pain is inevitable and an essential part of this journey we call life, but must we be totally numbed that the only way we can be moved is solely through nihilism and gloom? I sure hope not. 

No cheat, overly embellished, fake food for me. I like my meals like my writing: natural, real, and simple.