What we call authenticity or transparency could be seen as truth or consistent behavior. Even what one person believes to be true may simply not be accepted by another.
We prefer to use consistency when we talk about food, and not so much about things with serious weight. Cakes undercooked or unevenly prepared have unreliable consistency. Or micro-greens might look like they taste clean and herbal, but taste of vinegar.
And that sort of anticipated surprise thrills. Because we can plan on their consistency, even if it's just momentary.
Consistency in life - character, determination, stick-with-it-ness, and all those other words no one really uses as descriptors anymore - take time. And effort. And effort over time.
We'd rather eat cake. Made by someone else. And convince ourselves the difference doesn't matter.
Viktor Frankl, a Holocaust survivor and person of consistently challenging character, once said,"when a person can't find a deep sense of meaning, they distract themselves with pleasure."
Cake.
A cake made by a stranger, wrapped in packaging someone else crafted distracts to frustration, and eventually, dissatisfaction.
Because no one lives on cake alone.
And although we could love on the pleasure found in a lover's bed, or actually eat those feelings so dark and biting... that's not where our cake bakes.
Doing the mundane, bland grinding does.
Replacing a busted light on your car because it's practical and needed; working up the nerve to have that hard conversation you'd rather avoid. Paying bills, passing up something easy to allow space for something else; apologizing sincerely because you'd wish someone would do the same if they did what you did.
Doing small things with great care because they add up.
Because they make life greater. They're bread.
And bread is life.
Sacred Lent, blessed journey.
We prefer to use consistency when we talk about food, and not so much about things with serious weight. Cakes undercooked or unevenly prepared have unreliable consistency. Or micro-greens might look like they taste clean and herbal, but taste of vinegar.
And that sort of anticipated surprise thrills. Because we can plan on their consistency, even if it's just momentary.
Consistency in life - character, determination, stick-with-it-ness, and all those other words no one really uses as descriptors anymore - take time. And effort. And effort over time.
We'd rather eat cake. Made by someone else. And convince ourselves the difference doesn't matter.
Viktor Frankl, a Holocaust survivor and person of consistently challenging character, once said,"when a person can't find a deep sense of meaning, they distract themselves with pleasure."
Cake.
A cake made by a stranger, wrapped in packaging someone else crafted distracts to frustration, and eventually, dissatisfaction.
Because no one lives on cake alone.
And although we could love on the pleasure found in a lover's bed, or actually eat those feelings so dark and biting... that's not where our cake bakes.
Doing the mundane, bland grinding does.
Replacing a busted light on your car because it's practical and needed; working up the nerve to have that hard conversation you'd rather avoid. Paying bills, passing up something easy to allow space for something else; apologizing sincerely because you'd wish someone would do the same if they did what you did.
Doing small things with great care because they add up.
Because they make life greater. They're bread.
And bread is life.
Sacred Lent, blessed journey.
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