So long as we are a alive in this finite existence, there is no such thing as perfection. Only a completely homogeneous, unchanging universe could become and maintain perfection. I.e., one that was dead.
There is also another solution to these "problems": Live with it. And be grateful and accepting of this life as it is, with all it's imperfections and drama and happiness and suffering and joy and sorrow. These are what make life possible, and why the angels may envy: we have a story.
Or, you could always just die.