I misread someone else’s sentence tonight. More careful reading revealed that this is not what they said, but this is the thought that I liked.
No one is perfect, but that doesn’t mean they should be.
That makes me think something along the lines of: we aren’t perfect people who then mess up and fail to be perfect, we’re just not perfect people to begin with. Being imperfect isn’t itself a defect because we’re just not. There’s room to extend kindness and understanding to others because every one of us needs it from the start.