I've seen people spend thousands and thousands of rupees on finding the perfect life, the perfect balance between all the things that they do so that they don't compromise on their hobbies. 

But here's the funny thing, there is not such thing as a perfect life, everything that appears to be perfect to the human eye is not only a matter of perspective, it also takes a tremendous amount of hard work and dedication to put on a appearance of doing the same. 

Steven Wilson writes a song, called Routine, about a woman who is still pretending that she has a perfect life even after her husband and children have died in a car crash and it is a devastatingly painful and beautiful song. 

This is the point I'm trying to make here. Life will never be perfect, you just have to accept that and make of it what you will. The curse and the boon of the human condition is that we are uniquely equipped to endure great bouts of misery and learn to move on, learn to put it behind us and move on with our lives, learning from the experience. Or we can let it completely devastate us.  

I laugh at the shylocks selling the promise of a perfect life, whether it is through religion or some sort of magical cure, it just isn't going to happen. You learn to make of life what you can and you learn to move on. There are no short cuts. 

So always hope for a good life, one with friends and family, where you love, laugh and live, rather that chasing that perfect life that you know will make you miserable because you tell yourself you cannot achieve it. 

You can always be better than you are currently, but you will never be perfect. Perfection is what you make of it.