The problem with your Greatest Day Ever is that you don’t know when it’s coming. It could be tomorrow. You won’t recognize your Greatest Day Ever on that day. It may, now, have already come and gone. When you finally identify your Greatest Day Ever, you may find that you did not savor its memory or live the day itself to its fullest. You may find your future reminiscing may be incomplete and unsatisfactory, unable to properly conjure up the feelings you will try to recapture because you are missing information.
You may feel inclined to declare the Greatest Day Ever while you are living it. But if you do so, you will wonder if your life will indeed only produce days no better than this, and if so, what that means. You will find the flaws in the Greatest Day Ever and they will be devastating. If you spend this day you call the Greatest Day Ever is with a lover, then when you divorce, you will doubt that you can ever attain such happiness with any new lover.
The problem with knowing when your Greatest Day Ever will come is that when it finally arrives, your expectations will be so high, it can only disappoint. And if your Greatest Day Ever disappoints, how much hope can you have for the rest of the days of your life? That was the high point, the top. It is all downhill from here.
This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, John Allred of clol Town, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, Davey Morrison, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week’s theme: ‘The Greatest Day Ever’.