When I downloaded the Mr Beast Burger app, I was merely a lost, hungry soul, looking for any means of edibles to fulfill my hunger. I did not know what I had signed up for when I hit order.
The driver did not have to call me to tell me he was outside my door. No. The sweet aroma of the grilled cheese had already seeped into the comfort of my home, alarming me immediately of its arrival. I dashed for the door, and when I opened it, I was mesmerized. The delivery guy stood there, with the largest smile spread across his lips, my food in his hands.
“Xen?” He uttered my name out, his eyes scintillating in excitement. He knew what was in that bag, and he knew what was to become of me after I have had it.
I nodded, taking the bag, thanking him, and of course leaving a tip for delivering what would soon to be the best meal I have ever had.
My hands found their way onto the bag, almost ripping into it. I could not wait.
There it was. Burger.
MrBeast Burger.
I bit into it, my heart beating erratically, and my nerves swelling at the taste that slowly settled onto my tastebuds.
In seconds, tears began cascading down my cheeks. I did not realize they had until no trace of the burger was left.
That was when I realized: this was happiness.
And everything I have experienced until this day has been nothing but a mere distorted reality of what I thought brought me serotonin. This was it.
MrBeast Burger, my one true treasure in life.