What is the greatest gift someone could give you?
This is a cumbersome question. I enjoy giving gifts but I’m weird about receiving them. I don’t like event or holiday gifts.
My first thoughts were material, but I couldn’t think of anything readily enough to be the greatest. Then I got corny – requited unconditional love and such.
But what quantifies greatness in a gift?
Is it the needing or the wanting? The novelty or the significance? The surprise or the anticipation? The pomp or the circumstance? Maybe all of these.
I imagine I wouldn’t be able to say before receiving it. If I had to say, it would need to evoke emotion. Possibly bring me joy.
Then my logic steps in and requests that it be a practical size for storage or safe keeping. Is it consumable or flammable? Did you include batteries?
A keepsake maybe? No. A memory.
A joyful core memory. Doesn’t matter what it is as long as I can turn to it and revisit the rush of serotonin. Some are epic while some are just so silly. But they all count the same.
The greatest gift someone could give me will probably be a knock knock joke I’ll overhear from the next table at a restaurant. Or the time my then 1 year old son threw up after I farted. There were real tears.
Make me laugh, make me cry – make me angry – just make it count.
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