Bologna Sandwich

Life is a bologna sandwich. You're not too thrilled about the meat choice but you put it in anyway because it keeps that child inside you thriving like finger-painting. Sometimes you add a slice of the American cheese. And when you bite into it the cheese sticks to the roof of your mouth. Much like daily conquests it threatens to ruin your momentary experiences.

Other times you choose no cheese. You want to be different. You want something out of the norm. You want a 'hot dog'-esque sandwich. Thus you add ketchup and liven up your day. You make a risk that others might not agree with or approve of. But it comes out tasting good.

There are the days when you face your bologna sandwich like a grown-up. A mixture of all the things you must juggle and multi task and be responsible for. Lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, pepperoncini, etc. All the food groups of life at once. But you make it. In these complex and intricate moments of life all you can do is eat the sandwich because although it may seem like a lot in the end you'll be satisfied. And in the end your innerself, your inner kind, innocent, young, learning heart is always there-in that bologna.