"You should really savor that burger you're eating", said the stranger we were sharing a table with, "some day, you wouldn't be able to enjoy it anymore."
EyviCat and I met Sunday afternoon to have lunch at the Legazpi Park Sunday market. Having been unable to resist the kare-kare served at their place, EyviCat just bought dimsum to accompany me, while I had a grilled quarter-pounder. It was only my second choice as lunch, as the paella I was craving for had already sold out before we even got there. My nonchalance over my second choice probably showed, for the person we were sharing tables with couldn't help but comment on my attitude.
He piqued my interest at that time, seating at the other end of the table, eating tamarinds fresh from the shell. I asked him how come he can no longer enjoy his burgers. He said he suffers from acid influx whenever he eats patties. He was heavy-set, but not fat, and I think he rather enjoyed his food during his youth. And seeing me not enjoying what I was eating seemed like a crime to him, especially that he himself can no longer enjoy something as commonplace for me as a burger.
This has got me thinking: what else have I taken for granted just because they are readily accessible to me? I can't dwell on the specifics right now, but I guess I have a general idea. Whatever. After that small conversation, the burger I was eating did seem to become more appetizing and more filling.
Sometimes, we just need a new perspective for us to appreciate the little things we have...