Maybe that's the meaning of life, to strive for perfection. Maybe some day we'll reach it and assend unto another world and or gain a new purpose.
I believe the question that should have been asked is why do some people not want perfection, or maybe wants it but doesn't try hard enough for it? Why are we scared of error? Why do we naturally love procrastination?
Maybe its a flaw within its self.
"A gem with a flawed surface doesn't make it any less beautiful, It just makes it unique"
By, Jacob Bigelow