Maybe life is like a sandwich. Meaning and purpose are the meat. The substance. This substance is essential, because with out it, all you have are two pieces of bread. The bread. What is the bread? Maybe the bread is the distractions we have. The things that take our attention off of the thing that really makes the sandwich a sandwich; the things that give it meaning. Except the sandwich wouldn’t be a sandwich without the bread either. Life wouldn’t be life without the distractions. Maybe the distractions create part of our meaning. Eating the bread and the meat together is what makes eating a sandwich enjoyable.
Wait. There’s a problem. I like to eat bread by itself. It is actually my favorite part of the sandwich. Sometimes I don’t even want the meat. It grosses me out a little.
Interesting.
Sorry that was so weird. It’s part of this whole distraction problem.
