I am a flawed human being. Perhaps any efforts to mold myself to the contrary are pointless; it isn’t possible to exist without flaw. The question is how much effort I should continue to expend or if I should just accept this level of flaw and leave it at that. Sometimes I feel worn out with the effort and not much in the way of reward.
I don’t know.
Random Thoughts on Everything and Nothing 
Accept the flaws. Accept the inconveniences, the delays, the short shrift and the blemishes. We’re all messy biological machines constantly colliding with one another, breaking down, repairing just enough to lurch into another entanglement. We never really get it right, and then it’s all over.
It’s perfect to be imperfect.