"Life is like a meal. Every meal, all different dishes, an assortment of tastes and choices. Cook it up, serve it on a flat round plate, cutlery of my choice. Don't you know? Your meal tonight is based on your desires, both past and future. You were monotone, a blind tongue, even the simplest of spices you could not differ from salt and sugar. Tonight, we have a full cabin, sellout ticket reservations and not enough shrimp cocktails. I will be your servant tonight, and as I tuck in your silverware, I desire to as your servant dissect every single aspect of the meal you consume into different tastes. The ingredients, cookbooks, leave them aside - life follows no orders. "

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Republished on other writing-hosting websites under the author of the same name. Hi there, RoyalRoad. Yes, I am indeed the same author. Please dont reject my submission this time :)