Perfection

Stuck in traffic again on Saturday, a thought occurred to me that perfection is only a moment in time.  Saying, "I have the perfect life with the perfect kids and everything is perfect" is a fantasy.  What happened as I was stuck in that traffic, I realized the fantasy that I envisioned about moving to an area in which traffic would be better than the last place I lived.  Things happen, accidents, cars get stuck, and things start to back up.  So my point is, we have perfect moments, but perfection is in itself a fantasy.