I must have been reliving my childhood somehow because today, I had a craving for a chocolate milk. I stopped into the convenience store to pick one up. As I was looking, a label caught my eye-“Peanut Butter Chocolate Milk!”
Wow! Not only could I satisfy my Chocolate milk craving, I could annihilate whatever peanut butter hankering my body had.
I got back in my car, popped open the cap and took my first swig. Hmm… not what I was expecting. Not bad, but not great. Certainly not netter than a pure, simple cold chocolate milk.
In our society, we always want to add more to make something better. Make it bigger, make it bolder, make it spicier, make it louder. You get the idea.
If you’ve had a good margherita pizza, you understand that the simplicity of that combination lets you appreciate those unique flavors. More toppings isn’t going to make that better.
I’m not a caviar fan, but I suppose if you liked it-a bit is really good but a tub of it is gross.
I feel like we don’t appreciate things (or people) for what they are. We are aways seeking to improve them without allowing ourselves to be in the present moment to appreciate the beauty of something like a plain old cold bottle of chocolate milk.