Today they made me order things. For a long time. They said 'Werner, we believe in you. You can do this'. I told myself I could do this. Then they gave it to me. It was terribly boring. Whoever did it last left a mess. After a few hours, and then another few hours, I went and made food. It felt really good. I imagined I was one of those gourmet chefs, with all those little tools they use for everything, never still, always adding something to their work of art. I felt like art. Some song from some movie was in my head, so I was humming it. It was all so perfect.
Just like me, they like to be, close to you.
It's strange how time works. I have no understanding of it's true intricacies. Everytime I take a step forward, I wish I was where I came from. I only step where I want to go, but this happens anyway. I thought leaving sandwich artistry was a great idea, but I'm thinking it would have been better if I stayed. Food at slevin? Ridiculous and stupid. Now it is some magical art form, some mystical dance I perform for an audience unaware.
I want to go forward. Somewhere. I really do. But... What if I'm going the wrong way?
1 comment:
In my opinion, people can go the wrong way, but very few wrong ways lead to dead ends. You can always backtrack and get on the highway proper. There's even fewer dead ends when passion is involved, so find something you love and give it a shot. :)
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