And, just to expand the discussion a bit, there are also things neighbors do that can't be fixed with much of anything except moving.
As an example, most of the residents of my area have large "yard lights," high on big poles. No idea why, actually, but there they are. Some places have more than one. The people on the next to the next lot to the north have SIX of the damned things, some that nauseating pink/orange color. They bought the lot next door to me after the house burned down and the owner died. They cleaned up the lot and repaired the garage, all of which was very welcome. And then they put ANOTHER big pink/orange light right in the middle of it. A "security light" with nothing to guard.
I went and talked to the man who owns it. He has a business on his property and lots of trucks. I can understand that he wants some security lights. But seven of them? And one shining that pink/orange glow into my house every night? He said he plans to build a workshop complex on that property next year, and had no interest in turning off the light. He's been a good neighbor otherwise.
Ok... the light invades my space. I can't see the stars. I HATE the pink/orange light even worse than the white ones. Each evening I would close the curtains and cuss the light. I found my self saying often, "Oh, I hate that light." Or such like phrases. Only made me madder and more frustrated.
Had to sit myself down and think about it.
1. Not a threat to my life or property, just an annoyance
2. Not worth hassling with an otherwise good neighbor
3. I don't intend to move
4. No legal or official recourse possible, even if I was willing to use them
So, I decided to stop reinforcing the negative hate and frustration simply by no longer repeating the mantra of how much I hate that light. No, it's not easy and I backslide occasionally, but it's getting better. I often don't notice the light now until I go to shut the curtains before bed.
I still can't see the stars, and that makes me sad. But my anger and frustration were doing nothing to solve the problem, made no difference to the neighbor (especially since he knew nothing about it), and only damaged me and my joy in my home.
Some things just have to be lived with. Utopia is not an option.

Not even close.