There was a caterpillar who waited and ate and waited and ate. He was so tired of waiting to be a butterfly like the ones he had seen flying around. He wanted it so bad. He was about to give up, when suddenly he felt a strong urge to build a cocoon. And when he woke up, he was a butterfly, like he had always dreamed.
This spoke to me a lot today. I've been so close to giving up, but I didn't. This feeling always stopped me, even before I knew what it was. I know now that it was the hidden desire to be chef. It gives me something to live for. Everyone has that one thing that they have to stay alive for, even if they don't know what it is. Find it. Strive for it. Live for it.