Perfect

Have you ever felt, for a moment, that life is absolutely perfect?  Or, more rarely, that you are exactly who, what, and how you ought to be?  And then you want that moment to last forever.  Nothing changing or leaving it.  You feel so perfectly content, so complete, so truly at equilibrium, and too happy to make light of it by laughing.  You've known the other side, too, and this moment is more beautiful because it is light years away from disappointment, and forgetting doesn't hurt like remembering does.  You feel done wishing for other things--the thing you want most in this moment is only having what you have now until the day you die.  Which impossibility would make you sad if your mind was listless enough to have time to think about it, but your mind is too full comprehending perfection to give way to reality.  Hope instead becomes real, and doubt--doubt's the thing you can laugh over now.  This is what it means to live happily-ever-after.