Much of our day-to-day joy hinges on our ability to accept ourselves as we are, flawed, edgy, and a continuous source of errors of judgment/learning opportunities [depending on how we view it] versus that fictional perfect self we get drawn to imagining and projecting.
You have to be matured enough to understand that you have some toxic traits too. It’s not always the other person.
As Charles Dickens has said before:
It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.
In a way to comfort us, Seth Godin asks us to forgive ourselves:
Forgive yourself for not being the most successful, the cutest or the one with the fastest time. Forgive yourself for not winning every round Forgive yourself for being afraid.
But don’t let yourself off the hook, never forgive yourself for not caring or not trying.
You are not perfect, but never stop trying.