Is there no such thing as a perfect day?

It always happens when I’m experiencing a perfect day. Everything seem so perfect for some times then some kind problems start to eliminate all those beauties. I know we live in troublesome world but is it really impossible for a beautiful sunlight to shed its mercy to our monotonous yet problematic world? At least, for 24 hours?

Today is just another version of my unfulfilled perfect day: (Just skip if you don’t want to waste your time)

I woke up lately in the morning, having a soothing, beautiful day, the next half an hour my annoying relatives along with their kids came to visit my place to cause ‘havoc’ , they let their kids shriek and running around while they’re chatting with each others, I was trying to write a book and couldn’t escape to my shared room since my roommates were still sleeping, I also couldn’t go outside since today is my country’s independent day and Ramadhan month so it’s pretty crowded out there. I was striving to preserve my remaining brain cells for a few hours!

Now, the unhappy devil finally releases my half-tormented soul from his grasp, and I can finally return to my beautiful realm again…, at least, for now. I’m so grateful that I was granted with not just miraculous personalities but also beautiful, long-lasting patience.