Finding something genuinely perfect feels a lot like searching for a needle in a haystack—if the haystack were on fire and the needle had already packed its bags for a better zip code. Take food, for example. The pursuit of something truly healthy is often reduced to a choice between "less processed" or "only slightly toxic." Organic? Sure, if you don't mind paying the price of a small car for a salad.

Jobs? Oh, the dream of finding one that fulfills your passions, pays well, and doesn't drain the very soul out of you. But reality strikes, and we settle for "at least I get weekends off," or "the coffee's not bad." And don't get me started on cities. The perfect blend of affordability, culture, and a decent climate? Let’s face it—we’re just picking the least of all evils and crossing our fingers.

But here's the thing: in a world full of compromises, we learn to appreciate the subtleties. A salad that’s comparatively healthier is still a win. A job that doesn’t make you want to throw your alarm clock across the room is still a step up. And a city where you can breathe—even if it’s just on weekends—is a victory. Maybe it's not about finding the absolute best; maybe it's about finding what's best for you. So, here’s to the art of comparing, to the delicate dance of settling—not for the worst, but for the best possible in a world that is far from perfect. After all, a life of comparisons might just lead us to unexpected contentment. Comparatively speaking, of course.