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Grab a pizza’ life.


Forrest Gump once said:
“Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.” 
He meant that life is unpredictable and filled with surprises.
And he might have been right.

But for me, life is like pizza.
In so many different ways.

Firstly, no matter what, all pizza is amazing.
Even bad pizza is still going to be good.
And no two pizzas are ever the same.
They’re completely unique, in every way.

But just how good that pizza is, depends on lots of different things…

The quality of the ingredients you begin with.
The care and attention in which it is made.
And the toppings you decide to add along the way.

How long you place it in the heat.
Personal preferences and individuality.
Your hunger and mindset when you’re tasting it.

And, arguably most important of all:
The people you choose to share it with.
Because pizza is made to be shared.

But even after all that…
Truly great pizza comes down to more than just how it is made, or enjoyed.

It's about luck, and opportunity.
Being in the right place at the the right time.
Figuring out what you love and what you don't.
And being brave enough to try something new.

Life is like pizza.
Grab a slice, and enjoy.

Thanks for reading, over and out!
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