Even the best moments tend to be tainted by our preconceived notions of how events will turn out. Instead of appreciating the flow, we compare reality with our expectations, looking for the right answers, the fixes.
When all the while, perfection is right there waiting to be seen, heard, felt. Like those awkward moments of silence following a torrid stream of conversation; we feel we must speak, continue, when perhaps the best thing to do is accept the quiet and rejoice in its reflection.