Breakfast for Three
A stranger walking behind me on the street was talking to his friend about how he wanted to feel satisfaction by the end of his life. He’s never satisfied with his job or love or anything.
I wish I could have followed their conversation to see what his friend said but the ice cream truck was calling my name at the corner.
This is how I feel about satisfaction though. The grass is always somehow greener on the other side. Eat ice cream instead of thinking too hard about it.