Once you accept that we’re all imperfect, it’s the most liberating thing in the world. Then you can go around making mistakes and saying the wrong thing and tripping over on the street and all that and not feel worried.
We come to love not by finding a perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
The world is not imperfect or slowly evolving along a path to perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment, every sin already carries grace in it.
Once we realize that imperfect understanding is the human condition there is no shame in being wrong, only in failing to correct our mistakes.