You’re comfortable in bed. Your eyes are crusted over so opening them is out of the question. You enjoy the warmth of being under the copious amounts of blankets you own. Every part of you is feeling blissful. In fact, if there is a heaven, you know exactly what It feels like.
But then it happens.
You smell pancakes.
Someone is cooking delicious pancakes downstairs. The smell hits your nose and burns. Burns like a million fires all centered around it. It’s a good burn. An amazing burn. You wake up with a start. You’re eyes snap open and you feel something horrible coming up… Hunger. What do you do? Do you try to return to your blissful state? Ignore the hunger and stay in the childlike womb of love that your blankets promise to give? Or do you venture forth into the unknown in search of the mystical pancakes?
You already know the answer. Everyone on this earth knows the answer. There’s no turning back. You need those pancakes. You want to consume those pancakes, you want those pancakes to be a part of you. Every bit of your body desires the pancakes in a way you simply can’t explain. That’s something REAL. The love of pancakes, first thing in the morning is something beautiful.
There is no way to describe this feeling. I can go on with adverbs and poetry in a sad attempt to embody what comes from this rare morning ritual. Those pancakes are haunting. They have a magical way of pulling you in. You actually rise from bed. Shedding the womb of blankets onto the floor. The memories of your wonderful dreams, the magical worlds of your brain, are obliterated as you seek out the smell. That beautiful smell.
Sure you’re only waking up. But to some this is an epic battle. Imagine other obstacles in the way. What would you do? Would you be willing to fight a pirate to get to those golden circles? You bet your bum you will. A ninja, a ghost an evil bear. There is nothing on this earth or any other planet that can stop a person from getting to those… those… PANCAKES.
This is love. It’s simple and pure. If every single part of you is drawn to something. If you’re willing to surpass even the most monumentally huge obstacles to get to that something you are in love. If you want to be a part of that something’s everything, like you do with pancakes, you are in love.
Now go and eat some pancakes. Because without them, how will you know when you’re in love?