Perfect?

Someone mentioned to me the other day that ‘they had a great day, it was almost perfect.’

And then they quickly retracted from their statement, adding that ‘well, there’s no such thing as the perfect day.’

I quickly inquired:

Is no day perfect?

Or, is every day perfect?

This is not something I believe or think. This is something I know, however controversial.

It is the latter.

Every day is perfect. Even the ones that don’t feel that way at the time.