We Never Eat Alone
In my village, food is never taken by one person in a corner. When there is meat, the neighbours know, and they come, and it is shared until it is gone. A man who ate alone would be pitied, not envied. A meal is not fuel to swallow between tasks — it is the hour the family and the neighbours become one thing again.
In your world I have seen people eat standing at the counter, or alone at a desk, looking at a little screen. You have more food than we have ever had, and yet you eat it lonely. That is a strange kind of poverty, and I think your bodies and your hearts feel it.
THE TAKEAWAY: Pick one meal a day and eat it with someone, at a table, no screen. It costs nothing, and it feeds a hunger the food never touches.
