[Whenever she saw me feeling
a bit under the weather or blue
a long-dead aunt of mine used
to offer the following remedy]:
Recollect the perfect moment
in your life. [YOUR life, not someone else’s,
and not the IDEA of a perfect moment—
you’re not Plato, after all.]
Do it!
It has to be true
and it has to be you.
Well….
I’m waiting….
Here’s some music to help you think:
“I wish I wuz an apple,
a hangin’ on a tree;
an’ every time my sweetheart passed,
she’d take a bite of me.”
Thank you very much.
Got it yet? Good.
Now, contemplate this event
with no regrets and no nostalgia.
Just the tenderest memory.
Now, don’t you feel better?
A little?
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