04/11/2006: "You're going to reap just what you sow"
Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
I can't get this song by Lou Reed out of my head. I learned to play it on guitar over a week ago and now as it repeats on an endless loop; I've been remembering all of my "perfect" days and:
A. I'm always with someone I love, never alone.
B. I am usually somewhere exotic.
I still don't know what made/makes them perfect? Where I was or who I with...or both? If there was some secret receipe maybe we could have them more often. I guess I'm just thankful that everyday, no matter how routine or imperfect, is still full of small wonders.
Some people, however, seem to appreciate almost nothing. Have you ever known someone who is physically incapable of giving an unqualified compliment (for example)? I have. I still do actually. I've never understood that, how some people must think that to give any kind of praise or encouragement detracts from their own accomplishments. That they feel they have to hoard their good will like bus tokens under a soiled mattress.
If only they'd realize how much better their lives would be if they'd just give some of it away...it's free after all, and there's enough for everyone.