I’m never full

What am I hungry for? I don’t know. I probably ask myself that question at least 3 times per week. Am I hungry in a literal sense? A lot the time yes. However I think I eat so much, not because I’m hungry for food, but because I’m hungry for thought. I’m hungry for something else. A hobby. A change in lifestyle. Maybe that could be my saviour?

A better reason to get out of bed in the morning. More justification to leave the house. Maybe I don’t want to just satisfy someone else’s hunger all the time. Instead of snacking, I should find a substantial meal. One that will satisfy me. Because I’m never full. Maybe I should get up and put my socks on.

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