As Good As It Gets

I feel like I’m in a dream from which I don’t want to wake.

I’m in Greece. Glyfada. I’ve found the most beautiful public beach flanked by marinas filled to the brim with small fisherman-owned fishing boats side-by-side luxury yachts. The sand is fine and my feet sink easily with each step. The beach is litered with sea rocks, many of them pink. Behind me runs the tram up the coast, to the Port of Piraeus, and finally into Athens. It passes silently every few minutes. Behind that is the city centre of Glyfada with shops to explore and restaurants to sample. Behind that is a mountain with houses perched on the side that can be seen for miles. Somewhere in the midst of all of that is my hotel, tastefully decorated and with Disaronno at the bar. 

I am in Greece. Please let me sleep a while longer.

For those of you who know me, you know I don’t do dramatic or excessive imagery in my writing. It takes away from the actual storyline and makes things cloudy. ‘The boy ran to his dog,’ sounds so much better to me than, ‘The boy ran over the cool, moist earth, past the giant, looming oak tree with the initials KJ carved in it, marking the …’ Who cares, I’ve already lost interest. As far as imagery goes, the above is as far as it goes for me, but every word of my experience in Greece thus far is art. Poetry. I took myself on vacation to one of the places I’ve most wanted to visit in this world, and I’m actually here. In Europe. In Greece. In Glyfada. Next week I’ll visit Athens for the day, see the Acropolis, the Parthenon, and then I’ll head to Santorini for a bit to see the beautiful black sand beaches, the white houses with the blue rooftops, and a sunset or two over the caldera that created the island. Life is amazing. And endless multitude of dreams to be realized and experiences to be had. The beauty of life is that these experiences and dreams aren’t just realized for any one person alone; anything that anyone can imagine has the potential to be realized. All you need to do is press start.

Today’s question is this: Why does ‘as good as it gets’ always seem to have a negative connotation to it? If ‘as good as it gets’ is experiencing your dream and loving every millisecond of it, it’s good enough for me.