Article, "Describe the perfect day"

This article would exist in two parts:
Part one.
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The prompt reads, "Describe the perfect day."
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This article focuses on what someone writes in response to this and explains that the response could be anything and is based largely on what a person is feeling at the time. If they feel productive, the response is about getting a full night's rest, getting up early, getting things done, and being happy at the end of the day. It might be about rest: a friend brings them a picnic basket and takes the kids, she and her husband drive to the beach where their friends have set up a spot for them all alone, covered, with their favorite book, etc. This response can very day by day, week to week, or year to year. The response will always be different. They responses, however, is almost always based on the same thing: *fulfillment of expectations*. "I want the day to go like this, and it does."

Part two.
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The prompt reads, "Now, describe a *more* perfect day."
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You might say, "how can it be more than perfect?" Discuss the greek ideal: that everything is just a shadow of the "perfect version" of it (chair example). Regardless, you can come up with a more perfect day.
Then, you hear your friend describe their perfect day. You like certain elements of it, you add them to your perfect day. Your perfect day is better.
Odds are, however, that your perfect day is still restricted. By what? Reality. Let me describe my perfect day. Day is about flying, existing in three dimensions instead of two (like we usually do), and then traveling through forth-dimensionally, to another time and place, having conversations with people I truly respect and admire or who never existed. There is no limit to my perfect day, and it is totally unattainable.
And so is yours. Because we can never control everything and our expectations can never be fully fulfilled. I dream big, and the mere thought of it is fulfilling. Don't dream small.

Good line. "In the name of what? Honor? Love? No. Selfishness. Cupidity. [Pause] Stupidity."

I was thinking about Robert the Bruce being told about prima nocta in Braveheart and, instead of acquiescing, emboldening the nobles to do something. Conversation around a table builds and builds, jokes start to fly about raping women. Robert becomes more and more visibly distressed, like he is about to explode.

"To hell with us all!" He stands and screams. Silence. "The wives of the people God has given us as servants are being raped in the open and we stand by and let it happen. Why? For what? Because of love? Because of honor? No. Because of Selfishness. Cupidity." [Pause] "Stupidity." All of the men are noticeably ashamed.

"May God judge us, take away all that we have, and destroy all of our lineage if we sit idly, do nothing, and allow the people he has entrusted to our protection to be constantly violated while we watch." He storms out.

"Eventually, Reality" Book Title

Eventually, reality sets in.