It’s midnight. I’m tired. I’m hungry.
My stomach is growling. I can’t get to sleep. Sigh…
I walk to the kitchen and open the refrigerator. I stand there and stare for what feels like hours. It’s a disparaging sight.
The top shelf consists of several condiments: ketchup, dijon mustard, a jar of dill pickles, mayonnaise and peanut butter . The bottom shelf contains a water pitcher, several slices of bread and a half bottle of Italian dressing, which appears to be solidifying before my eyes.
The cupboards are bare. The nearest pizza joint is closed. Not a lot options. What do I do?
My hand reaches for the bread and the jar of peanut butter. A peanut butter sandwich is the only logical solution in these dire times. Though, some jelly would be nice… sigh…
To be honest, I’m not even sure the addition of jelly could satisfy my taste buds now. I’ve eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwiches my whole life. They used to be great when I was kid. They were so fun and exciting. PBJ sandwiches we’d call ‘em, but now… meh… they’re alright, but not quite as fun anymore.
Sometimes we get used to things. We get comfortable with what we’ve been doing our entire lives. We live in a comfort zone in which all activities that occur are a passing thought.
These particular activities aren’t relegated to simple late night snacks either. No, this zone exists in our everyday lives. We go about, doing what we we’ve always done and getting what we’ve always got. Yet, we all dream of better lives.
Sometimes, it’s necessary to break free from the daily trudge. Perhaps that means doing something you never imagined doing before. Perhaps it means taking up a new hobby, traveling to some exotic new place or even approaching a stunningly beautiful woman.
Sometimes, we need to get a rush of life, we need to feel inspired, we need to be excited again. Sometimes we need to brush aside those doubts in our heads. Sometimes we just need to pull the trigger.
The refrigerator door is still open. The electricity bill is soaring. I reach down and grab the jar of pickles.
It’s now 1:30 in the morning. I am no longer tired. I am no longer hungry.
I feel inspired to write about this.
I just ate a peanut butter and pickle sandwich…
…and it was delicious