On a construction site in the mid-west when the lunch was a blue, all the construction workers would sit down together to eat. And with singular regularity, Sam would open his lunch pail and start to complain “Son of a gun, not again, not peanut butter and jelly sandwiches AGAIN. I hate peanut butter and jelly”. Sam moaned about his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches day after day after day. Weeks passed and the others workers were getting irritated by his behavior. Finally another man on the crew said “For (heavens) sakes Sam! If you hate Peanut butter and jelly so much why don’t you just tell your old lady to make you something different?” “What do you mean my old lady?” Sam replied, “I’m not married. I make my own sandwiches”.
So you see, we all make our own sandwiches in this life.
-Dan Millman, Author of Way of the Peaceful Warrior