My favorite and usually silent waiter at Table d'Hôte (to be honest, I only know one waiter over there) started a conversation this afternoon: "Mr. Beast rented this place on Friday and he made a pizza for twenty seven thousand dollars. You know Mr. Beast?"
I didn't know Mr. Beast, but I nodded.
"He is a famous and extremely rich YouTuber, he gives away cars and money, he gives away lots of things, because he can afford it, but according to my colleagues, I wasn't there because I don't work on Fridays, the pizza didn't taste well, there was too much on it."
"He is quite a character, this Mr. Beast," I answered, because I was a bit in a hurry.
"You should see his house," the waiter continued, "last night I watched his videos, and I saw his house, it's more a castle, it's amazing. It's beyond everything."
"Mr. Beast lives in a castle?" I asked rhetorically.
I felt there was a message here for me: give op on writing, do something on YouTube, give away yourself. Aim for a castle or hide under the ground in shame.
Before I left the waiter said: "Mr. Beast is very generous, young but generous."