Philosophical Spirit

What is a perfect life?  Obviously there is no perfect, so it's meaning only exists within the confines of the word itself..."perfect"...and it's a stupid word.  So there!  It's not perfect.  It's stupid.  But what if?  What if we could define it for ourselves?  For some it's easy to go to streets paved in gold, angels singing in choirs, pearly gates and the end of all suffering.  Did you hear what I just said?  It's easy...as in the easy way out.  And it isn't perfect at all. Dig into that.  Really see yourself on golden streets and floating in clouds.  Is that what you want for eternity?  To float in some fluffy clouds forever plus infinity.  Don't get me wrong. I'm not bemoaning the end of all suffering.  It would be nice to see joy in every face, but your joy isn't mine and mine isn...