Why must everything be perfect in order to be completely happy? If by such, according to you, it is in fact impossible, then would not being content with your life thereby equate to being happy with it, thereby insinutating that your life, like life is, according tlo aesthetics, perfect? In other words, how can life be any more perfect? If it can't achieve it, then isn't it just fine and perfect the way it is, even if your life is shit. After all, it's life.