on the imperfections of being human

Be the Good - via

This weekend has been a little rough.

The thing is, people are imperfect. People say mean things, and don't invite someone to something, and misread things, and get offended, and do things selfishly, and a million other idiosyncracies that make us all human. And I'm definitely not counting myself out on this. Just last week I got my dates mixed up and didn't bring my donations to my aunt's house before her trip to build houses in Mexico, and I mistook someone's "what are you doing Saturday night?" texts as a definite plan to hang out, and probably offended her when I made other plans.

Nobody is perfect. The good thing is that there will always be more good in the human race than bad. For every imperfection, there will be someone who reaches out, who says I'm sorry, who forgives, who loves, who tries again. And that's comforting to me.

So here's to the goodness in the human race, and to saying sorry, and forgiving, and starting over. Here's to getting up and going to work even when plans don't work out how they're supposed to. And here's to the million and a half little things that make us human, and that make us good.

Your thoughts please:

How do you find the good in humans?

How do you plan to be better?

What makes it easier to forgive and start again?