Hey mindreader!
I just gotten into a new relationship that turned me into a pancake lover: a relationship with pancakes! If there would be a club for pancake lovers I would probably join--and that thought just gave me an idea! Maybe I'll just put up my own organization. That would be more convenient. Going back to the topic: So what do I love about pancakes? The sight of melting butter that reminds me of the warm love I feel everytime I wake up in the morning; Its scent--as sweet and as comforting as the *morning's breath, lingering on my skin; Its sweet taste that kisses my tongue everytime they meet; Its very existence, greeting me in the morning with a promise of assurance of an awesome day ahead. The love--I just can't imagine my life without it. This is my relationship with pancakes.
I made pancakes the other day for breakfast. Okay let me just insert a random thought here. One thing I hate about fast food restos is that they serve pancakes only during breakfast. Totally heartbreaking--and suddenly, a new idea comes up: maybe I'll put up a resto that would serve pancakes 24/7. Watch out Pancake House. So I was making pancakes with an excessively overwhelming excitement. 'Oh my God. This is really good' was playing repeatedly on my mind like an endless recording. Suddenly, a disturbance took over my monotonous train of thought. A very excellent disturbance that gave me an idea for a blog post. A disturbance that made me realize the thing that I really love about pancakes.
The feeling you get after being able to accomplish something successfully is really priceless. Like the moment you stepped on the stage to accept your diploma during graduation, the moment movie stars smile and pose at flashing cameras after a very successful premiere night, the moment you shout and jump after being promoted at your dream job, that moment your face beams brightly after getting compliments on the dinner you cooked for the first time, and et cetera. However, I thought, 'Hang on. What about those things that you did to get to the top of those flights of stairs?' The long journey you took to be successful?
How you toiled so hard to get your homeworks done that you almost forgot that there is a concept called 'sleeping,' and the times and memories you shared with your friends and classmates? How movie stars endured those innumerable takes to get the perfect shots for the movie to be a timeless hit? Those times you stayed very late at the office, sacrificing your social nightlife (or your life in general) just to get your boss' most sought-after approval with your work? Those times when you feel so unsure on the next step to take because you don't want to peek on the recipe book and learn to cook the dish yourself? Same thing applies to my beloved pancakes.
Yes, tasting the finished product could be priceless but the process of making it is more precious. Nothing could top the excitement building up from the time you started mixing the ingredients in a large bowl, and how the feeling becomes stronger as the lumps in the mixture began to form and be diminished; The agitation on your mind when you start pouring a measure of the mixture in the pan and how you get so insanely impatient to flip it over as you watch its bubbles appear then burst. Nothing could best the effort that you exert when you delicately flip the pancake over because you don't want its perfect circle to get ruined, and how you carefully take it out of the pan so it would not be invited by gravity on the floor.
The point that I'm trying to convey is more than the procedure of making pancakes. It is natural that people become so overwhelmed with the END that they totally forget about the MEANS. The end is just a prize for all your toils to achieve success. It is good to enjoy your pancakes knowing that you made it on yourself and that you did it well. However, if you don't get to enjoy it--let's say your pancake was burnt, then there might be something wrong on how you did it--there's something wrong with the means. With this given, then you should always take note on what might appeared to be wrong and strive to make it right next time.
The end justifies the means. The process should never be forgotten and be taken for granted because no one will ever succeed without putting their best foot forward. Do not just aim for the best but be the best because you can't enjoy good pancakes without making it good yourself. Cheers!
* Take note. I wrote MORNING'S BREATH. Don't get it mixed up with MORNING BREATH because the latter is not really sweet. Hahaha. Just sayin'.
I made pancakes the other day for breakfast. Okay let me just insert a random thought here. One thing I hate about fast food restos is that they serve pancakes only during breakfast. Totally heartbreaking--and suddenly, a new idea comes up: maybe I'll put up a resto that would serve pancakes 24/7. Watch out Pancake House. So I was making pancakes with an excessively overwhelming excitement. 'Oh my God. This is really good' was playing repeatedly on my mind like an endless recording. Suddenly, a disturbance took over my monotonous train of thought. A very excellent disturbance that gave me an idea for a blog post. A disturbance that made me realize the thing that I really love about pancakes.
The feeling you get after being able to accomplish something successfully is really priceless. Like the moment you stepped on the stage to accept your diploma during graduation, the moment movie stars smile and pose at flashing cameras after a very successful premiere night, the moment you shout and jump after being promoted at your dream job, that moment your face beams brightly after getting compliments on the dinner you cooked for the first time, and et cetera. However, I thought, 'Hang on. What about those things that you did to get to the top of those flights of stairs?' The long journey you took to be successful?
How you toiled so hard to get your homeworks done that you almost forgot that there is a concept called 'sleeping,' and the times and memories you shared with your friends and classmates? How movie stars endured those innumerable takes to get the perfect shots for the movie to be a timeless hit? Those times you stayed very late at the office, sacrificing your social nightlife (or your life in general) just to get your boss' most sought-after approval with your work? Those times when you feel so unsure on the next step to take because you don't want to peek on the recipe book and learn to cook the dish yourself? Same thing applies to my beloved pancakes.
Yes, tasting the finished product could be priceless but the process of making it is more precious. Nothing could top the excitement building up from the time you started mixing the ingredients in a large bowl, and how the feeling becomes stronger as the lumps in the mixture began to form and be diminished; The agitation on your mind when you start pouring a measure of the mixture in the pan and how you get so insanely impatient to flip it over as you watch its bubbles appear then burst. Nothing could best the effort that you exert when you delicately flip the pancake over because you don't want its perfect circle to get ruined, and how you carefully take it out of the pan so it would not be invited by gravity on the floor.
The point that I'm trying to convey is more than the procedure of making pancakes. It is natural that people become so overwhelmed with the END that they totally forget about the MEANS. The end is just a prize for all your toils to achieve success. It is good to enjoy your pancakes knowing that you made it on yourself and that you did it well. However, if you don't get to enjoy it--let's say your pancake was burnt, then there might be something wrong on how you did it--there's something wrong with the means. With this given, then you should always take note on what might appeared to be wrong and strive to make it right next time.
The end justifies the means. The process should never be forgotten and be taken for granted because no one will ever succeed without putting their best foot forward. Do not just aim for the best but be the best because you can't enjoy good pancakes without making it good yourself. Cheers!
* Take note. I wrote MORNING'S BREATH. Don't get it mixed up with MORNING BREATH because the latter is not really sweet. Hahaha. Just sayin'.
