The meaning of perfect

Perfect is a moment,

when it comes,

you make the most of it,

and then you let it go.

So why not let the moment pass?

Why try to catch a perfect moment when perfect is so unnatural,

so unlikely,

so overdone,

so fleeting,

so beautiful,

that it hurts those that we love? 

Why would we try and ruin beautiful,

so much like we ruined peacful,

so much like we did to love?

Why do we try to catch something that doesn't exist?