When have you been most content?

November 13, 2007, my twenty-third birthday, at about 6 in the morning, out in my gorgeous back yard, which I then named "Japan," due to the tinkling, drifting, falling, beauty of autumn-colored, orange leaves falling on my green grass - which has nothing to do with Japan, except that it reminded me of the gorgeous scene from the move, "The Last Samurai," where Katsumoto says, "Perfect...They are all...perfect," speaking, while he's dying, of the cherry blossoms, which earlier in the movie, he had said, "The perfect blossom is a rare thing. You could spend your life looking for one, and it would not be a wasted life." That entire day, I understood everything lucidly, and all I have to do to get back to that place is remember: 11-13-07, and I feel wise and ready to learn.