I think right now, I have only one aspiration in life, and that is to eat a sandwich.
Seriously. I am in major need of a sandwich. No, I'm not starving or anything, but right now, anything that is not between two slices of bread will not do.

This makes me glad I wasn't born 300 years ago. Because if that were the case, I would have no idea what to do. I would be craving something yet to be invented.
Then again, if I was born 300 years ago, I might be inspired to make a sandwich. In which case, the sandwich wouldn't be called the sandwich. It would be something entirely different...and possibly named after myself.

Also, if I were born 300 years ago, I probably wouldn't have made a big blog entry about it, and just gone off and eaten the best substitute. A pita, perhaps? Yeah, maybe. Perhaps if I were born in ancient Greece.