The error in trying to be perfect.
Trying to be perfect is a sure way to riddle your senses and fray your nerves. It is the short route to going crazy. What a terrible responsibility it is, trying to control everything down to its smallest detail, and feeling the twinge of panic when something is slightly out of place, when a rule is ever so gently broken.
The relief of being imperfect.
It’s like standing in the rain. There is a furious joy that escapes you when you abandon yourself to the downpour and allow yourself to get drenched.