It probably seemed trivial to most people, but it mattered to Tracey. She wasn't sure why it mattered so much to her, but she understood deep within her being that it mattered to her. So for the 365th day in a row, Tracey sat down to eat pancakes for breakfast.

Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark.

Sometimes, the smallest rituals hold the deepest significance. Tracey's daily pancake breakfast may seem insignificant to others, but for her, it's a meaningful act that brings a sense of comfort or routine to her life. It's a reminder that what matters most is how we feel about our choices, not how others perceive them.