If you only shoot for the "best" or "perfect," you're going to lose a lot, Phil.
My workplace, for example. Not perfect. We keep beer in the fridge. We yell at each other. We tell awful jokes that are unsuitable in your typical work environment.
But you know what? I love my coworkers for who they are. Flawed as they are, they are good enough as is and we're a great team.
My friends have weaknesses, but again, they are good, trustworthy, loving people. They might do stuff I consider dumb or strange, but you know what? They are perfect as they are.
My fiance is perfect... FOR ME. Um, no, he isn't the BEST musician/cyclist/runner/Latin speaker in the world, but what the hell would I do with that? Put his abilities on a shelf and look at them?
My brothers are the best brothers for me. My mother is the best mother for ME. They're not "Full House" weirdos, but they are real, loving, genuine people.
So riddle me this: Does trying to be "the best" make you happy?
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