Human beings crave love and food. In which particular order though is hard to say. The moment our mothers first pick us up and hold us close to
their heart to feed us, eating becomes associated with love.
Everyone knows that without food we die and it has been
proven that without love babies also die, so the connection is a fact.
Most of the people reading this know how to get food and
don’t have a real problem with that.
Love isn’t always quite so easy.
Although love is an endless commodity, not diminished by
being given away, it is such a pervasive part of being that it is hard to
distinguish it from self-esteem, self worth, ego, all those other words that
describe who we are.
It is the one need that cannot be bought, stolen, coerced,
or taken away from someone else. It has
to be given to us, or given by us in order to be real. Like poor air, poor love can kill us.
Just like stomachs need to be filled with food, I believe
there is a place inside of us that needs to be filled with love. Life experiences create that place and
sometimes it is so vast that it always aches with emptiness.
Feeling unloved makes us hungry and we feed that hunger with
whatever we think will work. Food is
the first choice because it is the one learned first and the one most
available.
And with these thoughts I look at the world around me, at
all the children who are already fat and wonder…
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