Philosophy in a sushi diner.

Imagine that God is the guy behind the little window, churning out little plates of sushi and dishing them out onto the conveyor belt of life.
You can look at what life has to offer you and make a choice.
There might be nothing you like on the belt, but God never promised that he will make everything to your order.
Bad options are still choices. You always have a choice.

There are three types of consumer.
One that happily takes what there is on offer.
One that complains about everything on the belt but still takes what there is on offer.
One that decided, fuck it, and not eat sushi altogether.

Getting the waiter to go talk to the chef is not an option.