Ignorance, the quality that we so despise in others, is not something any of us can ever claim to be without, no matter how broad or deep we’ve explored. We’re all ignorant.
We think we understand the world, that the routines we run on a daily basis give us enough perspective to speak to issues beyond our bubbles.
But what Bourdain taught me, through hundreds of hours of content and hundreds of thousands of written words, is that I don’t know shit.
“What are our expectations? Which of the things we desire are within reach? If not now, when? Will there be some left for me? “ – Anthony Bourdain
Like borders, money, and education, food is political, cultural, and personal. Navigating the labyrinth of the world’s food is one that Bourdain was able to do with honor, respect, and authenticity in a way that no one else comes remotely close.
Bourdain made a real impact on the world – not because of an ego or a burden he had to make the world “a better place”, but by merely listening to the stories of human beings all over the planet. It’s amazing how much he was able to accomplish by simply giving a fuck about people.
He told stories that often left my jaw on the floor, had me scratching my head, or rushing out my door at 2am in the morning to find a restaurant down the street from my apartment. Finding myself drinking caipirinhas on a beach in Rio? Thanks Bourdain.
And while I’ll never know what made Tony take his life, the overwhelming response on social media has made evident that Bourdain touched the lives of all kinds of people all over the world.
Rest in Power.