When I was a kid, I was an extremely picky eater. For an extended period of time, the one food that I would make for myself was ketchup sandwiches. It really needs no explanation but just in case, it is simply two pieces of bread with ketchup in the middle. (Do not judge my mother, I did this mainly at her protest or without her knowledge.)
Ketchup is intended to be a condiment. Something that is a taste enhancer. It should not have been a staple of anyone’s diet. However I made it a center of my diet between my sandwiches and drowning things so completely in ketchup that I was often asked, “do you want fries with your ketchup?” Luckily this was just a phase and eventually I found a lot more foods to fill my plate. It’s an easy thing to explain away in these terms. A young boy, who is afraid to try new foods, relies heavily on something that is safe but nutritionally empty to make it through.
This concept becomes more difficult to explain when we look at ourselves. We’re not little kids anymore yet we cling heavily to things of little or no value. In small doses, things like junk food, television, alcohol, etc. are not life altering forces. However when those “condiments” become staples of your life’s diet, it is hard to say whether you are truly living or if you are just alive.
I’m looking in the mirror here. Have a great weekend people!