Sandwiches
“Cutting the sandwich into triangles gives the cheese more room to run out the middle before you’ve gotten to the second half. Rectangles are blocky and inelegant, but they increase your chances of keeping the cheese inside the sandwich long enough to get it into your mouth.”
– Excerpt from https://www.thekitchn.com/the-correct-way-to-cut-your-sandwich-258652
And so, the debate continues. The potency of the buttery mozzarella or its savour?
Whether one chooses it based on taste, aesthetics, or elegance, deciding how to cut your sandwich is an ordeal in itself. Nonetheless, it’s a choice one has to make.
Choices are akin to ever-changing staircases, ones with slippery steps. They can hold you captive, taking twists and turns for what feels like a century; yet, the consequences can fill you to the brim with glee, when you can climb up well-mopped and dry stairs. It’s hard to deny the sheer euphoria one feels when a sandwich is just how you want it, when a choice made is one not to regret.
An eerie segment of reality, choices can encapsulate someone in alienation. Intrinsically, our choices succumb to our commands; something we’re in full autonomy of. Lost in a haze, this trait is not evoked anymore. Our choices have started to bend like a willow to the winds of another’s will. We’ve started to incorporate another’s influence greatly into our own blend, halting our own preferences. Why are we so effortlessly yet recklessly handing something dependent solely on us and our judgement completely to someone else’s?
A series of unwelcome incidents can stem from an arbitrary and imposed choice and let in the consequences of something that never should’ve received an invitation. Turfed by a blanket of uncertainty, one can start to feel alienated from their own choices, their own will, things they wholly possess. This pitch-black stain of interference is one hard to wash off, a clean canvas even harder to achieve; a choice made by someone else may be one hard to criticize, talk about, or even accept.
The manner in which we approach and tackle our choices is something we’re all rightfully in charge of. Those who take into account other’s influences aren’t to be accused or made feel guilty; those who only rely on their judgement aren’t to be exalted. As long as one is comfortable with the choice they make, the authority they permit is one they desire and one they’re at liberty to allow.
A choice, no matter how big or small, how consequential or trivial, is one made after contemplation, after a wager of factors. Whether you cut your sandwiches into triangles or rectangles, strive to satisfy your hunger with your own neatly-sliced preferences.
