“To have genuine sincerity is absolutely necessary in the spiritual life. Sincerity encompasses the qualities of honesty, genuineness, and integrity. To be sincere does not mean to be perfect. In fact, the very effort to be perfect is itself insincere, because it is a way of avoiding seeing yourself as you are right now. To be able and willing to see yourself as you are, with all of your imperfections and illusions, requires genuine sincerity and courage. If we are constantly trying to hide from ourselves, we will never be able to awaken from our illusion of self. ”

—Adyashanti

“We worship perfection because we can't have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.”

—Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection.”

—The Bhagavad Gita

“I don’t know any perfect people - only really really flawed people who are still worth loving.”

—John Green

“You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you will return. You came here to learn person love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s plenty.”

—Courtney A. Walsh

“If I listen to some utterly perfect piece while I'm driving, I might want to close my eyes and die then and there. But listening to the D Major, I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of - that a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.”

—Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami
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