The Perfect Day
I know, even before I begin, that this topic will be harder to write about than I think it will be. I guess that doesn’t really make sense, considering that I’m already predicting it to be difficult…Anyway, the perfect day – what would yours be like?
In describing my own, I must begin by describing how it would feel. For some reason, I always think that perfection is characterized by a feeling. I am overly romantic, it’s true, but I don’t think it’s my love of fluff that guides my thinking on perfection. My anxiety, I believe, shapes this particular notion. Anxiety dictates a lot of things in my life. This is unhealthy, I realize. I am working on it but it is a persistent vice. And unlike other vices, it affords very little sinful pleasure. It is poisonous at all stages of its influence and I draw no immediate satisfaction from it, other than, perhaps, a false sense of control. So Perfection, for me, is the absence of anxiety.
The other feeling I associate with Perfection is Enthusiasm. When I am free of anxiety, my enthusiasm for life is boundless. It seems that many possibilities are available to me. Ideas flow rapidly and I am articulate in the expression of them. The black hole that anxiety leaves is filled to overflowing with enthusiasm and I believe that these conditions would have to exist on a perfect day.
I don’t think that I could describe a perfect day in any other way. The events that take place don’t matter – it’s how I feel that is important. That sounds shallow, doesn’t it? That’s because I am misnaming the experience. It is not a feeling at all, but an action of surrender. It is in surrender that we receive freedom - not obtain freedom, but receive it; and it is in freedom that possibilities are revealed – not created, but revealed. That is my idea of a perfect day – what’s yours?