Counting perfect days

Our society has an obsession with perfection at the individual level. Perfect body, hair, skin, bank account…name your addiction.

Yet perfection never happens when we have everything perfect. It happens when the whole is perfect, and the whole is where our focus is.

Nature teaches us this. No perfect tree, only tree which is perfect.

When we fall into the terrible embrace of seeking perfection, we miss the whole, and therefore, nothing measures the obscene standard we seek. This results in a life of disappointment.

I learned a long time ago to stay fully in the whole experience and reject, when possible, any little imperfection in the moment. Sometimes I fail at this.

Yesterday was a perfect day. My partner and I flew into Auckland, arriving after midnight. Sleep was far from perfect. It was a beautiful Auckland summer day. Not too hot, not too cold. 

Friends, met in person for the first time, took us sailing on Auckland Harbour, starting with a delightful, healthy Japanese-inspired lunch on board the yacht. 

A sail to an island being regeneratively restored by local community volunteers. A walk for a few hours, taking in breathtaking views, bird life and the rambling conversations that happen while walking.

Followed by a swim in clear, clean water.

We were lucky with the weather. It was a real sailing experience with a real sailor at the helm.

Then, a meal at the harbour and being reunited with a long-term friend and her daughter.

Out in the fresh air, on the ocean, adventure and activity. A guaranteed formula for a good night’s sleep. 

Sharing time with wonderful people, great conversations, incredible beauty.

It was a perfect day, one I will count in my memories. Thank you, Yoshimi and Jon.

Photo February 23rd 2025, Article written February 23rd 2025.