A Fantastic Day

While I was walking to the bus the other day, I passed two women chatting in the street. I didn't get the conversation except from one clear sentence; the instance I walked by: "And they're saying it's gonna be fantastic tomorrow!"

They? In this case the magical and almighty weather forecasters I presume. (Another time "they" could be the government or some other powerful institution...) Anyway, that remark made me thinking. Why is it that we always look for something better? Let me describe the day as it was. And also keep in mind the rain, snow and overall crappy weather that has predominated the last six months...

It was no wind, and warm enough to stay outside only wearing a very light jacket. Or even no jacket at all. The sky was just a little bit cloudy, and the sun paid us regular visits. Why wasn't that day considered "fantastic"? Instead of reading the papers, or checking the forecast on TV, and look for that big sun spread all over the map, why not go outside and feel? I believe we are so used to listen to what authorities (of any kind...) are telling us to think that we forget to listen to ourselves. And this obviously goes for more than idle weather chit-chat...