No, the picture of the both nutritious and delicious food is not taken from the internet somewhere. That’s a picture of what I made myself for dinner last night.
What? JP can cook? Heck yeah, I know how to cook…or at least survive (though you can call me Chef Jean Paul…but say it with a French accent…everything sounds better in French). Surviving is something I’ve learned to do both in and out of the kitchen. And it’s something that’s quickly come in handy my second week of college.
Screw being liked. Seriously.
Now before you get mad at me, understand where I’m coming from.
This past weekend, something happened on American soil that (rightfully) caused an uproar throughout the nation: hundreds of white supremacists descended on the University of Virginia, hoisting torches and yelling slogans such as “white lives matter.”
Because of this, many Americans – from celebrities to young kids – took to social media to condemn the act. Now, I’m not here to tell you who said what, or even give you more details as to what happened in Charlottesville. If you watched any of the news, or scrolled through any social media in the last few days (which is essentially all of us), you should already know more or less of what happened. Instead, I’m here to challenge you. In this national crisis as well as smaller, and even your personal crises, I’m challenging you to do the following:
What’s the difference between living and being alive? In my opinion, it’s actually quite simple. But to do that, you need to memorize my definition of alive.
Alive (adj.) – not being dead…or a zombie.
According to this undisputed (and actually pretty good) definition, you, me, the neighbor’s dog, and even your cousin’s pet fish are all alive. That’s pretty obvious. So let me take it to another level.