I refuse to tiptoe quietly through life only to arrive safely at death

Should we be on a never ending quest for that perfect job, the perfect relationship, a perfect life? Should a guy (like me) who gets real frustrated with his job real fast, be praised for not settling for less, or reviled for not being stable enough? Is Elizabeth Taylor just a selfish bitch for marrying half of America, or is she a beacon for those who seek true love? When, and how, do you decide, this is what i want from life? and are you a pussy for making that decision and stopping your quest?