Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwiches

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A motivational memory that provides inspiration and hope at a constant.

Submitted: August 15, 2019

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There are plenty of life changing moments in our existence. At any “thought” certain point the choices made in our day-to-day will effect the outcome that one might perceive as reality. I am an interested party to the choices left unmade. For any and possibly every option conceivable or not there may exist an alternate version of what might have been. This makes room for infinite Possible Worlds. I am confident that in any moment where in I am feeling down, there is another me existing in the best possible outcome. This has often been used as a coping skill of mine. Any time that I do feel this way I envision the me who has it a little better and try to eventually get there. This all sort of plays with an issue of abnormal psychology possibly in the way of delusions of grandeur. Think of it. Where does it stop? This sort of thinking? Does my soul coexist with these other versions of me. Am I able to tap into the feelings and ideas of another me? I like to think so. Endless possibilities. Many that may not agree with my current state. What do we really know of reality? I know that there are consequences or rewards to what we ultimately decide. Also there can be a real problem with fault. If we go on believing for whatever we choose that there are additional existences displaying different choices made, and... we go a little farther and use this as fuel to perhaps “justify the crime”, one may easily find themself on a truly horrible and maligned plane. Please do not use my words for reasons to go there. Often viewing the world with these sort-of planes of existence that are true to the many choices made and that coincide with the choices that others make can sort of grant birth to Heaven or Hell on earth. Instead of dropping out of college, you finish. Instead of waking at noon, you got up early. Instead of left, right. So on and so on. All sorts of alternatives. One alternative all be it so minute is how I prepare a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. In the fourth grade my family and I lived in Lakewood NJ. A beautiful home that my father sort of sweet-talked our way into. It was a great location. Right across for an amazing lake. Swimming in the summers, walking over the entire thing when it froze in the winter. Great memories for the scenery all round. The school was Spruce street Elementary School, and I was in the fourth grade. During one lesson the teacher, Mr Cappauiona assigned us an essay. It was to be an essay describing a process that each student new well. Like “How to properly Walk a Dog”. We were to describe each step in the process from beginning to end. Proper care, items needed (like a dog leash), ect. Mr. Cappauiona was a jovial and smart man. According to him he once rode on a miniature style moving electric train at Lou Costello’s home here somewhere else in NJ. He was a fine teacher for me at the time. Little of any of this was a result of my own choosing. I mean it was my father who moved us there, and it was Mr Cap who chose that assignment. So sometimes t is those around us who help to bring us to our current plane. Infinite Possible Worlds. Mr. Cap gave us an example essay titled “How to Make a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich”. The real filling to his descriptive process was how he instructed to place Peanut butter on both pieces of bread. Intrigued I began in following this method more often until I only ever prepared a peanut butter and jelly sandwich this way from then till now. Unfortunately, for me, peanut butter and jelly has been more a staple on my current plane. Not saying that I only ever eat them, just that I rely on them to sustain nourishment more than some others may. So here I am, existing on this plane, eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches the way that I do. ....and there may be versions of me who have never experienced that class and as a result do not eat those sandwiches that way. Also it may have always been the way that I was supposed to eat them, so each “me” is just working toward reaching that part on any plane where I do eat them that way. Endless versions in an ongoing existence. Opportunity, not delinquency. Living, not dying. The true goal should be to evolve always. Climbing one rung to the next toward our own personal PEANUT BUTTER and JELLY SANDWICHES

There are plenty of life changing moments in our existence. At any “thought” certain point the choices made in our day-to-day will effect the outcome that one might perceive as reality. I am an interested party to the choices left unmade. For any and possibly every option conceivable or not there may exist an alternate version of what might have been. This makes room for infinite Possible Worlds. I am confident that in any moment where in I am feeling down, there is another me existing in the best possible outcome. This has often been used as a coping skill of mine. Any time that I do feel this way I envision the me who has it a little better and try to eventually get there. This all sort of plays with an issue of abnormal psychology possibly in the way of delusions of grandeur. Think of it. Where does it stop? This sort of thinking? Does my soul coexist with these other versions of me. Am I able to tap into the feelings and ideas of another me? I like to think so. Endless possibilities. Many that may not agree with my current state. What do we really know of reality? I know that there are consequences or rewards to what we ultimately decide. Also there can be a real problem with fault. If we go on believing for whatever we choose that there are additional existences displaying different choices made, and... we go a little farther and use this as fuel to perhaps “justify the crime”, one may easily find themself on a truly horrible and maligned plane. Please do not use my words for reasons to go there. Often viewing the world with these sort-of planes of existence that are true to the many choices made and that coincide with the choices that others make can sort of grant birth to Heaven or Hell on earth. Instead of dropping out of college, you finish. Instead of waking at noon, you got up early. Instead of left, right. So on and so on. All sorts of alternatives. One alternative all be it so minute is how I prepare a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. In the fourth grade my family and I lived in Lakewood NJ. A beautiful home that my father sort of sweet-talked our way into. It was a great location. Right across for an amazing lake. Swimming in the summers, walking over the entire thing when it froze in the winter. Great memories for the scenery all round. The school was Spruce street Elementary School, and I was in the fourth grade. During one lesson the teacher, Mr Cappauiona assigned us an essay. It was to be an essay describing a process that each student new well. Like “How to properly Walk a Dog”. We were to describe each step in the process from beginning to end. Proper care, items needed (like a dog leash), ect. Mr. Cappauiona was a jovial and smart man. According to him he once rode on a miniature style moving electric train at Lou Costello’s home here somewhere else in NJ. He was a fine teacher for me at the time. Little of any of this was a result of my own choosing. I mean it was my father who moved us there, and it was Mr Cap who chose that assignment. So sometimes t is those around us who help to bring us to our current plane. Infinite Possible Worlds. Mr. Cap gave us an example essay titled “How to Make a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich”. The real filling to his descriptive process was how he instructed to place Peanut butter on both pieces of bread. Intrigued I began in following this method more often until I only ever prepared a peanut butter and jelly sandwich this way from then till now. Unfortunately, for me, peanut butter and jelly has been more a staple on my current plane. Not saying that I only ever eat them, just that I rely on them to sustain nourishment more than some others may. So here I am, existing on this plane, eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches the way that I do. ....and there may be versions of me who have never experienced that class and as a result do not eat those sandwiches that way. Also it may have always been the way that I was supposed to eat them, so each “me” is just working toward reaching that part on any plane where I do eat them that way. Endless versions in an ongoing existence. Opportunity, not delinquency. Living, not dying. The true goal should be to evolve always. Climbing one rung to the next toward our own personal heaven. To exist in what they call “our best life ever” eating or not eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches along the way. Living also in the best existence that will coincide with everyone else’s as they may eat or not eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. There is a reason we say “ it could always be worse”.. To exist in what they call “our best life ever” eating or not eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches along the way. Living also in the best existence that will coincide with everyone else’s as they may eat or not eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. There is a reason we say “ it could always be worse”.


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