This quote isn’t about blind optimism. It’s about raw defiance. The kind that bubbles up when the doors are slammed in your face and the gatekeepers laugh you out of the room. It’s Soma looking down the barrel of elite culinary royalty, arms crossed, apron stained, and saying: screw it, let’s cook. It’s a philosophy that flips the bird to safe bets and legacy handouts. It says: I’m here. I’ve got nothing but a busted knife, a pile of ingredients, and the will to make something unforgettable.

People forget that trying—really trying—is an act of rebellion. You step into the fire knowing you could burn. That your soufflé could collapse, your steak might be underdone, your dreams might rot on the plate. But you still do it. Because not doing it? That’s death by slow rot. That’s mediocrity served cold.

You want to live? Then get in the damn kitchen. Try. Burn. Fail. Try again. That quote isn’t about food. It’s about everything. About anyone who’s ever chased something bigger than themselves with greasy hands and no backup plan. You never know until you try. And if you’re not trying, what the hell are you doing?