Lilac doesn't even give you a choice about it; no matter what you're thinking about or feeling, you'll notice the rich smell, close your eyes and just enjoy it for a moment.
The forced nature of that lilac scent--overpowering, insistent, saturated--made me think about how, sometimes, we need some forced pleasure because we're too stubborn, too negative, too worried, or too sad to enjoy anything anymore. The lilac cries out, "I'm here, and you're breathing, so enjoy this, will ya?
Living with flair means receiving the joy today.
Journal: What is insisting that you enjoy it today?