picnics

Life is compared to many things: cherries, chocolates, a game, etc; but it is usually contrasted with a picnic. I would like to know where these philosophers were picnicking, as I find life to be very much like a picnic.
I imagine an ideal picnic, just like I hope for an ideal life, but life, just like the picnic, is never ideal. Maybe the wind is great for flying kites, but it blows the napkins away. In attempts to enjoy nature, natural things such as ants and bees annoy us. In our effort to live life, the inherent obstacles frustrate us. The grass may be itchy. or wet. or not there.
My life is such a picnic.
Good thing I love picnics.


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