tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7196813830708036159.post7589642531438774335..comments2023-01-21T12:14:17.714-08:00Comments on Miserable Pile of Secrets: Clash of the TitansHenryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10826787550676541006noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7196813830708036159.post-30562879550429802702010-05-06T12:50:20.971-07:002010-05-06T12:50:20.971-07:00Perhaps your co-worker had City Slickers on the br...Perhaps your co-worker had City Slickers on the brain when he asked the question. To my mind, that’s the most well-known example of the Grail-like questing for the “perfect day.” I don’t remember the whole series of discussions on the topic, but I think by the end of the movie, Billy Crystal lamely suggests that being in the car with his wife and kids was his perfect day. I guess in some perverse way, that is an example of your “stress-free” vision of what makes a perfect day, as opposed to the “exciting and adventurous” stuff that we tend to want. <br /><br />You should read Walden, if you haven’t already. Thoreau doesn’t look like a particularly happy dude in the photographs, and it’s not like he didn’t hold regular jobs, but I bet you he had plenty of perfect days, stress-free, “at liberty to do anything” (which is the backbone of his belief system). <br /><br />Personally, I don’t believe in perfect days. You hinted at it, but I firmly believe that the 24-hour day is meaningless for describing perfection. I believe that life is lived in moments. Like you said, when you look back at 4th grade, or even if you looked back four weeks ago, you probably couldn’t remember days as a whole. What we remember are the moments.Czardozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15328299312884380446noreply@blogger.com