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| - Sometimes I feel like all I'm doing with my life is waiting. Waiting for the next job, the next promotion, the next relationship, the next benchmark that will forever sever gestation from the accolade, the rehearsal from the remuneration. And I was made vividly aware of this when I placed an order with Windy City Beefs N Pizza and had to wait for the Chicago style pizza delivered fresh to my door. It wasn't a long wait or anything, but I wondered, would I always be waiting? For my driver's license, for graduation, for my first real job, my wedding, my children, my mortal demise? Is it even possible to transcend?
Maybe we should embrace the now. Maybe it's time to stop longing for Summer, 2008 and seize the day in Las Vegas. Sure, the pizza is almost nothing like Chicago's Pizzaria Uno or Giordanos, but maybe that's the way life is meant to be, and the pleasures of Chicago are, like all things, ephemeral. And maybe it's time to stop waiting, stop wining that the world gave you mashed potatoes when you really wanted french fries, accept the hand you're dealt and play it like a man! And also, eat the pizza N beefs.
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