Who would call a day spent reading a good day? But a life spent reading — that is a good life.
So perfect in it's assessment. It's easy to take the mundane, everyday occurrences of life for granted, to not appreciate all of the small pleasures that one gets to experience from day to day (for example, writing this comment whist sipping coffee instead of focusing on work like I should). To me, I couldn't ask for much more. Sometimes, I think my life is a bit too charmed and I'm just waiting for the whole house of cards to collapse. But for now, I love it, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.