I’ve always hated the concept of fasting, even when it was necessary under a medical basis. Partially because I’m sure I like eating more than most, but also because I never liked the idea of sacrificing present joy for an unknown ideal.
With respect to the cultures who practice fasting, and more specifically the people, it never has appealed to me. The spiritual hippies who I’ve found to endure the practice seem to be more along the line of try-hard ascetics than truthful ones. With respects to the truly traditional and religious, I have no desire to restrain any bit of joy or take on any practice that calls for sacrifice. Fasting, if it couldn’t be a means to an end, were a means to abstain from the abundance of indulgences that today we have.
Until next time,