This is me, in an existential crisis.
Last night, I was plagued by the thought that I have no real concept of what the perfect day for me would be. People say things like "Oh, it was such a perfect day! I (read a great book) (hung out with my friends) (ate graham crackers in my pajamas) (held my baby son) (went to Asia) (talked to God) and just
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