“Happiness is not constantly needing things to be at their full potential,” Jessica says. “That’s depressing,” I say. “That’s true,” Jessica says. She looks up from her plate. “Like I don’t get happiness from having a perfect day with Sumir. I get happiness from accepting that I rarely, if ever, have a perfect day with Sumir. My happiness is accepting that ninety-five percent of the time my life is deeply imperfect.”
