Living the Good Life

I am in the middle of having an epiphany as I am sipping on single malt scotch, smoking a cigar and sitting in a thousand dollar a night beach bungalow listening to the waves ripple against the shore. I am a cook for God's sake and somehow I found myself here, is it because of talent? NO, it was pure luck and my life has been filled with these lucky moments and it makes me wonder what I did to deserve so much. It's so hard to be happy for what I have when I see the Bahamians, the Colombians, the Malaysians, etc when I just got lucky enough to be born into an amazing family in the US of A. I guess part of me is proud that I can actually make that comparison because there are plenty of people out there who are born into a sense of entitlement rather than enlightenment. My father would tell me it's all part of God's plan but why did God choose for me to be so lucky and others so less fortunate. Other people would say it's just a roll of the dice and this is where I wound up, regardless I (and everyone else reading this) am so extremely lucky and we don't take enough time out of everyday to reflect on that. As my time winds down on this island and I move forward I may be starting an even more exciting opportunity at the end of the month (details to follow) and it just seems too good to be true. I used to strive to be an eccentric person ala Hunter S Thompson and disappear into the desert with a trunk full of mushrooms and LSD and write gibberish and be called an icon, but all that gets you is an early suicide just so you can live up to that persona you created. So for now I'll stick with my Braised Pork Belly and Duck Confit cause it's done me pretty well so far.