The trouble with finding the perfect thing is the seemingly endless chase that drains your energy. The hunt and the watchful wait leave you exhausted – Then, finally (!), by the time you find (or receive) that perfect thing, you are too fatigued and worn down to enjoy it and with a bit of luck, you smile because perfect no longer has meaning.

If perfect or (right) ever becomes compulsive, smile and open your psyche-soma to options. This is freedom.