Satiation

Satiation is a state of mind and a fullness of the stomach. It is blessed lassitude that comes with the bursting of one's gastrointestinal seams. It is the contentment of the well-fed gourmand who has gotten his money's worth. A feeling to be enjoyed, for it doesn't come by often enough. A moment to be treasured, for after this lies the blank despair of an aching stomach.


Is it worth it? Is this ephemeral heaven worth the infinite inferno that lies yonder? Why do I torture myself thus? Why do I willingly embrace pain for this momentary joy? Like the moth that finds a flame irresistible, I too am unable to resist the seduction of a sumptuous smorgasbord. I can't help but sample each and every one of those delicacies, for I live for these exquisite gastronomic sensations. The zenith of human civilization is that delectable dish that leaves your taste buds tingling just so. It is riveting, rejuvenating, a totally out-of-this-world experience. A lifetime can be lived between those bites, and yet leave you begging for much more. A gift from the gods, the acme of human existence.

The pain cometh. Soon my being will be plagued by those piercing pangs that erode away these beautiful memories bit-by-bit. Soon there will be nothing left but a crumbling edifice, a residual memory, the merest whiff from those heavenly scents that once engulfed my mind. Life, bleak bitter life will claim me for her own; the next respite but a distant dream. But the day will be here when the dream comes to fruition, and all my cares will again be washed away by those exquisite flavours. So I dream, and believe...