Just finished one of Wallace Stegner’s novels, The Big Rock Candy Mountain. My god that man could express the human condition.
And thought, as I walked along in the woods later, that the best a human being can be is perfectly flawed.
We can’t keep from making mistakes. And denying our mistakes only harms others.
So what can be done?
We can stop trying to cover our mistakes up. Or glossing them over, or blaming them on someone else.
We can start trying to realize that the best of us are, at our best, perfectly flawed.
We can start trying to take responsibility for our flaws as openly as we flaunt our perfections.
