It's not that perfection cannot be achieved. It's that it's so hard to stop there.
A man finds love and is satisfied. A woman finds love and insists on turning it into happiness.
A family is a bunch of people who keep confusing you with someone you were as a kid.
Nowadays you envy a manic-depressive. Half the time he's happy, the other half he's right.
What happens if I do nothing?
You can be happy with someone who likes you despite your faults - until you meet someone who likes your faults.