What If Life Is a Restaurant?

You get served many dishes, aka situations, from our chef (our God), and we need to taste them with brilliance and with our sanity. Every dish is different, with its meaning hidden within its ingredients as life lessons.

I’m not a cooking legend. Honestly, it isn’t something I enjoy. But I like to explain things with a bit of spice and maybe a bit of cardamom.

So, what do we tip in this restaurant?

Yeah, we pay our respects to people, to God, and to the ones who have been with us: from making that dish to finishing it and putting the clean plates in the cupboard for the next person who is to be served something similar, or maybe something completely different.

There was a time in my life when I had doubts. The dishes served to me felt bitter and hard to accept. But life is strange like that, after every bitter dish, it somehow brings you dessert.

This restaurant of life has many tables. Each one serves something different. At your table, there might be people sitting with you, friends, family, maybe even strangers, but not everyone stays. Some leave when they’re full, and that’s okay.

The point is: you’re still here. Still being served.

And every dish, every moment, every emotion, whether it makes you happy, sad, or throws a whole basket of mood swings at you, is a part of the meal you’re meant to taste. That’s how life works. Some flavors hurt, some feel like home, and some surprise you.

But in the end, they all make sense.

What was your favorite dish that life served you? Maybe moving to a different place?

Or victory after tons of failure that was worth it? Losing someone? Or maybe getting everything you desired?