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Chickenary

“Chickenary = where chicken equals self-resiliency.”

Chicken = Resilient. Why? How?


In this piece, the chicken sees itself in two different ways. One as a question mark and second as a statement.


  1. I am a bird but I can’t fly, why? why? why?
  2. I endured every food-processing process, yet I still emerge as a chicken—resiliently, deliciously & wonderfully.


The first one leans heavily unto self doubt because of the so many whys (and the answer is really, up to our God’s above) and the second one is one strong statement filled with self pride.


As mundane as you think a chicken is, it has been an irreplaceable food of choice on our table, right?


The chicken might undergo a temperature so low it becomes frozen chicken and so high it becomes grilled chicken. Some chicken even has rendang paste mixed; then stirred for hours until it becomes rendang chicken. 


But my point being that they are still chicken, through and through from beginning till the end. Its resiliency persists toward anything and everything that the chicken doesn’t change to meat at some point.


The chicken might even consider itself as mighty as a diamond. Because it doesn’t need to be pressured under super-high temperature for long to be valuable. It already is, from the very first time.

 

Thus the mundane chicken serves as a reminder that our everyday things might not be so mundane after all.


So let us all be as resilient & as wonderful as this chicken is, alright? Hail chicken!


Ananda Khaira Azizah,

Pekanbaru, November 20th.

Written at 2pm on a Thursday.

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