There is no such thing as a free lunch

There is no such thing as a free lunch

If you didn’t know, I’m a bit insane, as I’m taking two classes at the local college this summer, one of which is the beloved economics, macroeconomics to be more specific. We’ve been talking about the concept of  a free lunch, and here’s my take on the topic:

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Two weeks ago was my birthday. Around that time, I usually receive free meals or drinks to various places. One I received was to the restaurant Perkins: one free breakfast meal. Upon opening the email from them, I thought to myself, “Yes! A free breakfast!” My thought, however, was misguided. You see, nothing in life is ever really free, unless you’re talking about abstract concepts, such as love, which is a discussion for another day.

Contrary to what their name implies, a free breakfast from Perkins or a free lunch elsewhere isn’t actually free. While it may be free to you or me, somebody else had to pay the price. You’ll often find this is true of everything. According to Campbell R. McConnell’s book “Economics: Principles, Problems, and Policies,”* someone or something will always have to pay the price, whether it’s land cost, labor cost, capital cost or entrepreneurial cost.

Let’s talk about this free breakfast concept a bit more and the actual costs associated with it. To be specific, the free breakfast from Perkins consists of two fresh eggs, two meats, either bacon or sausage, and a stack of buttermilk pancakes. First, let’s examine whether there were any land costs. By land cost, we don’t just mean physical land, but also the minerals and plants of the land. And food, as many of us know, often comes from plants in the ground. For this meal, the flour for baking the pancakes and many of the other ingredients in them were land costs.

The labor cost for the meal is higher than the land cost. A server had to take the diner’s meal, walk all the way to the kitchen to tell the chefs it, who then had to physically cook the meal with meat from a pig that somebody had to slaughter. Then, the server had to bring the meal back out. Furthermore, the diner had to eat the food somehow, obviously it wouldn’t just fly into their mouth, so the work it took for them to lift their fork to their mouth was another labor cost.

What about capital cost? This type of cost, as you may know, is the cost of the equipment used in the production of the meal. I’m sure the stovetop of an oven was used, as well as a fridge for preventing the eggs from formerly spoiling.

And lastly, there was an entrepreneurial cost. Some perky guy or gal (get my pun??) had to go out on a limb and start the restaurant Perkins. In the beginning, they didn’t know whether or not it would be successful, but they took that risk.

In conclusion, we can see that this assumedly ‘free’ breakfast isn’t actually free.

As established previously, the recipient of the free breakfast didn’t have to pay any physical cost out of his or her pocket, but he did pay some other costs and so did many other people. The land cost, labor cost, capital cost, as well as entrepreneurial cost were there. And since these resources are limited, our economy as a whole footed the bill of that free meal.

Throughout life, you will realize that everything has a cost. While some things might not necessarily cost every one of the four mentioned areas, it’s going to cost at least one of them. Some costs are low and some are higher. But if the benefit that results is higher than the cost, many will say it’s worth it. And let me tell you, sacrificing my energy to lift that fork full of scrumptious goodness to my mouth was, without a doubt, worth it.

*McConnell, B. F. (2015). Economics: Principles, Problems, and Policies. McGraw-Hill Education.

What’s your opinion? Can you think of any exceptions to the premise that there is no such thing as a free lunch? I’d love to have a discussion about it with you below!

Now . . . how was that as food for thought? (sorry, I had to) 😀

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You and I are Only One Grain of Sand on Malibu beach

You and I are Only One Grain of Sand on Malibu beach

Life is crazy.

Despite the fact that there are billions upon billions of individuals upon this earth, somehow, we pursue the belief that ours matters.

Think about that.

You and I are just small beings on this planet, a grain of sand on Malibu beach. Not even that. One song in all the songs out there. One letter on the pages of the great and legendary Harry Potter series.

According to the laws of mathematics, and the fact that the limit of a small number over infinity is zero, you and I mean nothing. We mean a number that has infinitely no end in a world with an infinite amount of people.

And thinking of not just those alive and breathing H2O right now at this instant, we have to consider those beings who once breathed H2O and then didn’t. Those such as Abe Lincoln who are gone. Who walked this planet at one point, but no longer do. We have to consider those beings that may or may not be in another universe.

Why should we care about our own lives when there are so many more lives out there? Why should we care that ours is crazy?

Why should we care that we, who are only a grain of sand, stand out? That’s impossible. A grain of sand simply can’t be noticed when surrounded by the infinite number of other grains of sand that are either sitting out on the beach, frying in the sun or lost deep under the waves of life.

Why should we even try?
Ashlyn Taylour

How Many of my Summer Goals were Accomplished?

How Many of my Summer Goals were Accomplished?

Exactly three months ago, I wrote a post title Plans for the Summer. It had ten things on it I hoped to accomplish over the summer. I am writing to you today because my summer is officially over. I started school yesterday and so, as promised, here’s how many of my goals I actually met. (I’ve put the ten goals in italics.)

1. Earn over $2k and put most of it in savings ✖

So guys, all the money I earned over the summer, I put in an envelope, and just wait here for a moment while I go count it up. I’m doubting it’s over 2k but we’ll see.

I’m back. Drumroll please! Okay, so I made around $1800 over the summer. While I didn’t reach my goal *sad face* that’s a pretty decent amount if you think about it. Because I was gone for half the summer. Literally, I was only home for six weeks. I’d go for $300 a week, $40 a day anytime.

2. Write my college essay and perfect it

Ha. . . ha. . . Sike. I didn’t actually do this. Whoops…

3. Learn a cool talent

Okay, yes, if you remember, I wrote that I’d like to learn to baton or a backflip or ambidexturity. And guess what? I’m pretty good at twirling a metal bar around my fingers. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I can baton.

4. Attend a pre-college program

Smith college was a great experience. I was a bit disappointed with my classes but the people I met there were amazing. My roommate was from Pakistan and it was so cool to hear about the different cultures. Smith made me realize that there’s actually some good poetry out there and it gave me an appreciation for a different type of writing: screenwriting. Did I mention I wrote a movie? Anybody personally know Josh Hutcherson so he can act in it?

5. Volunteer

I’ve volunteered with my church a handful of times this summer and I went to a summer camp for a week where I was on the media team. The camp was a great experience and I’m definitely going back next year, hopefully for two weeks or ever more. I had to constantly step out of my comfort zone as I was the main photographer and I had to ask kids and their counselors to pose for pictures. I had to talk to people and joke with them so they’d show their real smile. It was undoubtedly hard but so worth it.

6. Keep up this blog

I did this a lot better at the beginning of summer. I published a new post every day of June which I’m mighty proud of if I do say so myself. I wrote 42 blog posts in 62 days. Wow.

7. Finish a novel

I told you guys I’d finish “The Day Hope was Murdered” by the end of summer but plot twist, I came up with this idea for a new book called “The Story of the Moon and the Sun” while I was at Smith. I tried so hard to finish it on Sunday but life got in the way and I’m literally so close to finishing it. Nonetheless, I still failed this goal.

8. Keep playing guitar and piano

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but despite my hopes and dreams of getting better, I only played once or twice a week at most.

9. Narrow down my college list

Interpretation of this goal may differ from person to person. I now have a list of all the colleges I’m applying to. HOWEVER, this list has at least ten colleges on it. Most of them I don’t even know much about. The reason for this being that most of them I got a waived application fee for because I’m a National Merit Scholar. Yay me! I might as well apply if I can do so free of charge. So it’s not really that narrow but here are the colleges at the top of that list: Smith College, Taylor University, Cedarville University, College of Wooster, and Scripps College.

10. Expand my vocabulary

I told you guys I’d memorize two words a day but I don’t think I even did that for one day. I’m so disappointed in myself and my laziness.

SO, those were my goals for the summer. I really liked that I wrote all these out for you guys because in a way, it held me more accountable (at least to some of them). I only accomplished 5 out of the 10 but eh, without writing them all out, I probably wouldn’t have even accomplished half of that much.

Now maybe I’ll write a post with plans for the school year… We’ll see.
Ashlyn Taylour

Dreaming about Reality

Dreaming about Reality

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Sometimes I sit alone and wonder about the universe. About whether or not we are people who dream our whole lives only to reach reality in our dreams. Because that’s not the way we see it. We see ourselves, our lives, as reality. And our dreams as well, dreams. But what if it’s the other way around?

What if our whole lives have been a mere compilation of dreams?

You know, I once read a book, no, actually it was three books that were amazing and I loved the characters like they were real only to discover in the last chapter that the whole trilogy, everything that occurred in those hundreds of pages, was a dream. That’s one long dream if you ask me.

But compare your life to that dream. You go blindly throughout life for years, following your heart, not giving a crap if you jump off that cliff because you know you’ll wake up.

But the thing is when? When will you wake up? When will this generation wake up and face the reality of today? When will you leave the people who are not really there for you, who are fake? When will you realize that there is an end?

Dreams don’t last forever and neither will your life. So wake up and face the day. How? Use the classic pinch yourself to see if you’re awake trick. Except instead of pinching yourself, have someone else do it for you.
Ashlyn Taylour

A Riddle about Bubbling Champagne and Guys who Pee

A Riddle about Bubbling Champagne and Guys who Pee

The other day my friend gave me a riddle. I tried and tried and I just couldn’t figure it out. Once I figured out the answer, I couldn’t believe I missed it. Let’s see if you can get it. No searching the web and cheating. God is watching you! O_O

I make Polar bears white, and I will make you cry.
I make guys have to pee and girls comb their hair.
I make celebrities look stupid and normal people look like celebrities.
I turn pancakes brown and make your champagne bubble.
If you squeeze me, I’ll pop. If you look at me, you’ll pop.
Can you answer this riddle?
Ashlyn Taylour

Lurking in the Shadows | A Poem

Lurking in the Shadows | A Poem

A Shadow of a Person

Sometimes I wonder
If you’ll ever see me
It’s as if I’m invisible to you
And the reality is that we’ll never be.

Together that is
If you haven’t noticed
I’m kinda obsessed with you and your face
But this obsession is starting to feel misplaced

So what will it take
To open your brown eyes
So that they will see me and not look past
As if I’m a ghost just lurking in the shadows

I decided to try my hand at poetry because why not? Scale of 1 to 10, what do you think?
Ashlyn Taylour

Mistaking a Smile for a Frown

Mistaking a Smile for a Frown

Yesterday, at my work, there was a new employee. Well, not so new, but since I had been in Florida, I’d never seen him before. Old guy, gray hair, no smile. He was managing the place where I check-in for the day. So I went up to him, gave him my name to write down and after him asking me to spell it multiple times I went to leave.

Just before I left he said to me “You don’t like me, do you?”

I just laughed and said “Nah, I’ve just never seen you here before.” I asked him his name how long he’d been working there and that was that.

Well later in the day, while I was working, as he walked by me, he just stopped for about five seconds and stared at me. I stared back, not really knowing what to do in such an awkward situation. Soon enough, he said “I can tell you don’t like me. What did I do to make you not like me?”

I just laughed it off again, didn’t really answer his question and then he walked off.

All this got me thinking about first impressions and what impression I leave on people I first meet. Whether it’s a good impression or not. And I came to the conclusion that, most of the times, it’s not as good as it could be.

You see, I’m a rather reserved person when it comes to strangers. Therefore a first interaction with them may, and probably often leaves them with the impression that 1. I don’t like them or 2. that I’m an unhappy person. This is due to the fact that I don’t express that much emotion to strangers, I talk less, and am closed off.

And in reality, I understand that man who thinks I don’t like him. I understand because if I met myself, I wouldn’t know what myself was feeling so I’d just assume the worst like humans tend to do.

And the thing is, I don’t want to be this person that is perceived as hating everyone. In fact, a few years ago, my mom said to me, that I need to smile more. She said that multiple people have talked about me with her and asked why I always seemed so sad.

Spoiler alert. I wasn’t sad. I just didn’t express my emotions much. And I still don’t. I do more than I did before, but still not as much as a normal person. I tend to express myself through words rather than facial expressions.

And if I’m being completely honest, I want to change that. So tomorrow, when I go to work and see that man, I’ll smile at him. I’ll make him think “wow, is that girl bipolar or what?” Because I can. Because ultimately, I’m in charge of me.
Ashlyn Taylour