10 Things This Chocolate Cake Means to Me

It is amazing how individual ingredients come together to make a masterpiece. A great manifestation of "The whole is greater than the sum of its parts."

Although machines could create these cakes, the first cake was made by a chef who loved his craft. I felt I didn't buy a cake; I bought a token of love. :)

I could see the smile of the chef on the cake :) Ok, maybe I exaggerate a bit.

Celebrating life, celebrating the end of a grueling week. And celebrating the learnings and mistakes and the small wins.

The reward for showing up every day :)

Gratitude for all the muscles that work in orchestration to cut a piece of cake and maneuver it to my mouth. Gratitude for all tastes and flavors, the taste receptors, and all the neural circuits that transmit the sensation to my brain. Gratitude for being in the moment.

The joy of self-awareness, awareness of the moment without distraction. The joy of doing something pleasant. The joy of eating dark chocolate.

Everything before the cake is in the past. I am different after eating and pondering over the cake. New neural networks have been created. I pressed a reset button, for it will be a new beginning after the cake is gone.

The cake is my wormhole. I ate a chocolate cake on my first birthday, and I ate it on my first date, I think :) Through it, I go back in time ;)

It is a revolt to break the rule. I have been trying to lose weight; intermittent fasting, watching for calories, and eating healthy can be tiring. For today, I chose pleasure over everything else :)

From the chaos of life. I love chaos. But sometimes, I need a pause :)