One Dinner, One Month
Food for Thought
One meal during Chinese New Year can easily cost twenty times more than what we spend on a normal day.
A table filled with abalone, prawns, fish, roast meats, and bottles of drinks. Laughter. Photos. Prosperity tossed high in the air.
It is celebration. It is tradition. It is family.
And yet, pause for a moment.
The amount we spend on a single festive meal could feed a family in a developing country for an entire month.
Just one dinner.
I am not saying we should stop celebrating. Traditions matter. Memories matter. Family gatherings matter.
But perhaps gratitude should sit at the table too.
When we lift our chopsticks, maybe we can also lift our awareness.
That what feels normal to us is a luxury elsewhere.
That abundance is a privilege.
That prosperity is not just something we wish for during the lohei, but something we can quietly share in our own way.
Food for thought.
What do you think?
