All of us have particular likes and dislikes. Certain comfort foods are associate with meals at certain times of day.

What about chocolate for breakfast?

And sometimes you have to cry. Sometimes you have to tease. Sometimes you grieve for a past life. You may remember it differently from what actually was but the nostalgia is real.

Or you could have chocolate for breakfast.

In the now in the present you keep pushing. Sometimes you laugh. There is joy if you look for it. You can look away to the past.

Or you could have chocolate for breakfast.

Favorite things, favorite foods, favorite places attract you to the old times. Do not disparage the old times. Do not despair of the present times. New things are new favorite things.

Like you could have chocolate for breakfast.

With love all things are possible or so it is said. Chronic disease in a loved one is an opportunity for a deeper love. A deeper truer attachment to one’s own self and the one you love.

It may turn out that you love chocolate for breakfast.

Good times are not all in the past. Good times are now. Merely time is required for the nostalgic longings. Can the circular thoughts coming with age and dreary-ness cause a view of one’s own rear?

And destroy the idea of chocolate for breakfast?

Or is the idea of chocolate for breakfast a metaphor for youth and vigor? Count Chocula a satisfactory conclusion? Or a new beginning. Of something precious. Of someone precocious

Enough to try chocolate for breakfast?