Perfect DAYS

Curiosity is the fuel for love.

And a curious day that holds the spark of love can become a perfect day.

Watching Perfect Days hit me deeply—not just because it’s a beautiful film, but because I lived in that Tokyo. Not the neon-drenched fantasy, but the quiet, everyday Tokyo of park benches, corner cafés, narrow alleys, and early morning commutes. It’s the Tokyo of my mid-20s and 30s—formative years when I learned to pay attention, to find meaning in small things, to fall in love with the world through the details.

Wim Wenders captured something I had felt but never quite put into words: That a perfect day isn’t perfect because it’s extraordinary—it’s perfect because you were curious enough to notice it.

A slant of light. A familiar song. The way someone moves through their day with intention and care.

That’s what Hirayama teaches us. He’s not chasing anything. He’s not performing. He’s just there. Open. Present. Grateful.

And in that presence, in that quiet curiosity, love appears—soft, steady, and real.