Food

It happens to me all the time.

I go inside a restaurant, order food, and wait. Most of the time, out of quite a long list, what arrives first is the rice - which makes sense as it's the easiest to prepare whether it be yang chow or simply fried.

And within that time of waiting for the rest to arrive, I often wonder, why bother wait?

I don't think my stomach will be able to distinguish the difference from finishing a cup of garlic rice first then the adobo to having a plate that's freshly cooked and mixed by your own hand with that certain oil and a stick (or two) of chicken inasal from Nena's.

Then I realized, we wait because there's more to eating than merely nutrition - than simply breaking things down to proteins, carbos and calories, although I must admit that those are important too.

God gives bread for us to enjoy. So smell it, savor it. If it isn't so, then there won't be any bagels or pitas or pizzas or my personal favorite, hopias. Besides, what's the use of having the ability to differentiate what's sweet, sour, bitter and salty when all we could get from the hours and hours of grueling food preparation, we can acquire from a couple of pills?

Our meals should remind us to bow our heads not just for the feast on our tables but by simply being grateful that while God could've made eating something boring like sneezing - that in just a snap, you're full - He chose not to.

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Perspective

Call it whatever you want, but it simply comes down to perspective.

What the religious call faith, what the motivational speaker call positive thinking and what an awful lot call fate, are all merely different perspectives.

The end of the world for an ant colony who minds their own business in an anthill could simply mean a construction project where mounds were needed to be levelled off. Meanwhile, the project could very well be just one small part of the whole development plan the government has for a city, but to someone in a plane watching from above, well, it's just progress.

Most of the time, I'm being an ant. When my initial EKG results came in and according to our company physician - it showed an MI, I thought that was it for me. Doubts poisoned my mind and fear slowly kicked in. Before I knew it, I was experiencing chest pains I didn't even have before.

But my Bible says, "by His wounds, I am healed."

That He received curse upon curse so that I can have blessing upon blessing. That He received my worst, so that I can have His best. That as He is, so am I in this world.

It's not that my perceived reality is a hoax, it's just that from my perspective, I am not seeing the whole picture. So technically, I have a choice: Do I stick to my own, or adopt Someone else's?

I made a choice. I chose to live in the reality of the One who sees my past, present and future all at once. I chose his perspective of things not because mine was incorrect but was downright incomplete.

So when the final results of tests from a real cardio came in saying that everything is within normal range, I wasn't surprised.

It just made me wonder why doctors call what they do a practice.

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