Ali Walks Around

I want to be a baker.

I literally and figuratively tasted the joy of baking

while working for a chef in Argentina.

I felt the joy of working with my hands.

I tasted the sweetness of sugar on my tongue.

I had unlimited opportunities to make something beautiful

with very few ingredients and little time needed.

And to top it all off,

bakers get to enjoy the fulfillment and sweetness of their creations

with the people they serve it to.

You get to create a physical form of love

and share it with others.

But despite all of this,

unfortunately,

I think I may be the worst baker ever.

After my time in Argentina, I made a “banana bread” cake for my friends,

and it was terrible.

It may have been the worst banana bread cake I’ve ever made,

or even to exist.

But even though I was so embarrassed,

and my friends all probably questioned my decision to quit my job to become a baker,

I don’t care.

Because I love to bake.

Even though I wasn’t born with a “gift” for baking,

and the banana bread was terrible,

my friends still told me it was delicious.

We still enjoyed that moment together,

and I still loved making it.

Our society needs to learn how to chase the things we truly love to do

even if we are bad at them.

Especially if we are bad at them.

Because that is when you know you truly love something.

When the outcome or product of your passions doesn’t serve our society,

and yet you still love to do it,

that is true love.

Those are the true passions that are born within us.

Let’s make more bad banana bread.