Croissant as a statement

Every morning you choose. Bread is there, reliable, functional, asking nothing except that you keep going. The croissant is also there. It is not asking you to keep going. It is asking something subtler.

Camus asks us to imagine Sisyphus happy. It sounds simple until you actually try to live it. The croissant understood this before any of us did.

It breaks apart too easily. It leaves traces of itself everywhere. It refuses to stay contained. And yet here it is, in every café, every corner, wherever humans are still figuring out how to begin.

Maybe that is the whole point.

Bread is a promise. The croissant is a rejection of that entire premise. In the mornings when alarms go off, emails stack up, schedules fill in, and bread sits there doing its dutiful best, the croissant is the only thing on the counter that is smiling.

Not happiness in some grand philosophical sense. Nothing so dramatic. Just the quiet decision that if the rock is going uphill again anyway, the morning could at least taste good. 🥐☕