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.