Life is a Feast - Schizophrenia, Psychosis and HPPD

Pick What You Want and Leave the Rest

Let me tell you something I’ve learned after nearly seven decades on this wild spinning planet: life isn’t a test, a punishment, or a bloody endurance contest — it’s a feast. A full banquet table of experiences, people, beliefs, and opportunities.

The problem? Most people walk into that banquet with a paper plate and a poverty mindset.

They’re scared to pick what they want. Scared of what people will think. Scared to say, “No thanks, I don’t want what everyone else is gorging on.” So they fill their plate with what’s expected — a slice of status, a serving of fear, a dollop of guilt — and wonder why it all tastes bland or bitter.

But what if you could walk in like you own the place?

You Don’t Have to Eat What’s Killing You

We’ve all swallowed things we didn’t want: bad advice, toxic relationships, dead-end jobs, or beliefs we outgrew decades ago. Maybe you’ve choked down shame, judgment, or expectations disguised as “what’s best for you.”

It’s time to push that plate away.

You are allowed — no, encouraged — to leave behind what no longer nourishes you.

That includes:

Conversations that drain your soul
News that manipulates your emotions
Coaches and gurus who make you feel small so you’ll pay big
Spiritual fast food dressed up as enlightenment
Friends who are only friends when you’re drinking, smoking, or struggling

Walk past those buffet trays. You don’t owe anyone your appetite.

Taste Everything. Keep the Good Stuff.

The magic of treating life as a feast is you get to try things.

Want to live in a campervan for a year? Try it.
Start a blog at 69? Do it.
Read Illuminati books, practice Qi Gong, study Catholic mysticism, and still love Aussie humor? Why not?

You’re not required to finish everything on your plate. This isn’t school lunch under Sister Margaret’s supervision.

The mature soul — the one who’s been through some things — knows how to savour, sample, and spit out the bad bites without guilt.

If something once fed you and now leaves you nauseous, it’s okay to let it go. That includes belief systems, gurus, and even parts of your own identity.

You’re Not Too Old (or Too Broke) to Feast

If you’re reading this thinking, “Easy for you to say, I’ve got bills, trauma, and responsibilities,” I get it. I’ve lived through addiction, burnout, mental illness, and watching half the people I grew up with vanish into hospital wards and aged care facilities that look more like holding pens.

I know what it’s like to feel like the world is shrinking.

But the feast doesn’t have to be expensive. Sometimes it’s:

A $2 book from a thrift shop that sparks a new idea
A sunrise walk with your own thoughts
A weird little blog post that hits you in the chest and makes you feel seen
A conversation with someone who gets you

You don’t need millions to feast — you need presence, curiosity, and courage.

Protect Your Appetite

You know what kills your appetite for life? Junk food for the soul.

Social media arguments. Fear-porn news. Fake friends. Gaslighting professionals. Buzzword spirituality that shames you for not manifesting your dream life in 30 days.

Protect your appetite. Don’t let the world over-season your plate with fear, obligation, or shiny object syndrome.

If you need solitude, take it.
If you need structure, build it.
If you need to believe in something again, start slow and trust your gut.

This isn’t a race. It’s not even a five-course meal. It’s a never-ending smorgasbord.

Final Thought: The Best Feasts Are Shared

Here’s the beautiful paradox: once you figure out how to feed your own soul, you start attracting people who want to bring a plate to the table, not just take yours.

You find friends who nourish, conversations that energize, and work that feels like dessert instead of duty.

And yes, occasionally someone brings something strange to the feast — like a conspiracy salad or a cult casserole. Smile politely. Push it to the side. No need to cause a scene.

You know how to pick what you want and leave the rest.

FAQs

Q: What does “Life is a Feast” mean in practical terms?
A: It means life is full of choices. You don’t have to live by default — you can design your days, beliefs, friendships, and goals like you’re selecting from a buffet. Pick what nourishes you. Decline what doesn’t.

Q: How do I know what to “leave”?
A: Anything that feels heavy, soul-sucking, manipulative, shame-based, or makes you feel small — leave it. Anything that makes you feel more alive, more aligned, or more at peace — that’s your food.

Q: Isn’t that selfish?
A: Nope. It’s self-respecting. You can’t feed the world if your own plate is empty. Healthy boundaries are the linen napkins of the feast — classy and necessary.

Q: Can I change my mind about what I like?
A: Absolutely. You’re evolving. What tasted sweet five years ago might be too bitter now. That’s growth, not failure.

Conclusion: Bring Your Own Plate

Here’s the kicker: nobody else can fill your plate for you. Not your parents, not your guru, not your government, not even me.

So show up hungry.
Take what nourishes.
Leave what poisons.
And for God’s sake — enjoy the feast.