Might the sentiments of this article be a luxury of youth? Life and relationships look a lot different at age 65 than at 35. Relationships seem to me now at age 65 like investments. The only investment advantage that you can never gain more of is time. That’s why the older you get the less able you are of recuperating from a significant investment loss. In this regard, waiting for perfect when older often means foregoing what little of the good there is left to enjoy. Life tastes sweeter when we know it’s short. Good can be as close as you get to perfect when time is limited. Should it still be scorned; or instead embraced?