Sandwiches

Sometimes the Universe tries to tell us something:

As I entered the store and received a greeting in group harmony as I walked in…” Welcome to (name withheld) “ .

Approaching the counter, I looked at the elderly woman and said
” Thanks, how are you?”
She replied…” Living the dream.”

As she continued making sandwiches, it left me to wonder, what was the dream? It couldn’t have been this job, everyone else went back to grumbling after singing out their robotic “welcome ”.
Despite them, she seemed happy, smiling as she slapped down more ham on her piece de resistance. I tried to envision what it could have been, was she the owner, or someone just happy to be able to make a few bucks, or just have something to do? …

It got me thinking. Life is an ongoing collection of dreams. Some we achieve, some we can achieve, some we don’t. We all have them. They become the anesthetic to the mundane. They pop up throughout life sometimes changing along the way with some alterations. For some they’re daydreams, for others fantasies, for most… goals.

We all need dreams in life to help making sandwiches a little more tolerable. I’ll have mustard and mayo on mine.