I am hungry. All the time and in more ways than one. I live to eat and eat to live, but don’t get me wrong. I’m competitive too. Competitive with a side of ambition and hint of perfectionism. I want more. Of everything. Of life, laughter, legacy, boys... nachos from Freebirds.This hunger that I have? It can be satiated… temporarily. But it always comes back. I am too well acquainted with that gnawing sensation, the one that can easily be mistaken for nausea… the one that begs to be fed. So, I try to feed myself. I attempt to fuel my spirit and body with what’s healthy. I wake up early; I run; I laugh… a lot. I don’t know how to stop. I live my life in an alleged “fast lane” and I would be restless anywhere else. And sometimes it gets rough. When you are going so fast and so hard, it is difficult to make sure you get that nourishment you depend upon for happiness. It is difficult to stop, and really evaluate your contentment. These are the things I do. All I want is to be the best.I guess I am on a search. My life has become an epic of sorts during which I, the central protagonist, am on an interminable forage for fulfillment. Everything I taste just makes me hungry for more. I know when I do not like something. That feeling is obvious, but what is difficult is discerning the good from the great. Is it worth it to go back for seconds? Thirds? It is declared possible to have too much of a good thing… but what is said of over-indulging in the great?It is this hunger that motivates me to do what I do. I am hungry for success, for happiness, for reassurance, and for confidence. I am hungry for Kraft Mac and Cheese, 10k runs, Michael Kors shoes, toned Triceps, and those nights I will never forget. I want to be remembered, to make a difference, and to leave an unmistakable impression in this life. I crave attention, love prestige, and yearn for legend.So that is why I do what I do. I do it for the story, for the satisfaction, for the never-ending giggles. I do it to stay awake, to look back with a smile, to know I am wanted. I am hungry, starving in fact. That is why I do what I do… To try and feed that hunger.
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