Perfect people don't exist. Honest ones do.

We spend so much energy trying to look like we never mess up. We hide our errors, polish our stories, avoid admitting fault.

But nobody trusts a person who's never wrong. We trust people who say, "I got that wrong. Here's what I'm doing about it."

A table with scratches has been used, lived at, loved. That's what makes it warm.

Don't aim for perfect. Aim for honest. It's more beautiful, and more trustworthy.