2,451 Steaks Later

When you’ve done something a few thousand times, your mind starts to wander.
Somewhere between the kosher salt and my sick ass grill… I catch myself thinking about what it all means.
Aristotle would’ve called it chasing meaning, or maybe eudaimonia. 
I just call it my dinner (that I eat every damn night). 
If any of this hits, look up the man.
Guy was basically the original self-improvement bro, he just wore a toga instead of a pump cover.