It's hard to believe that any painting ever made is exactly how the artist intended it to look. You have to think there are incorrect brushstrokes or colours or textures. But are those intricacies not what makes them beautiful? The mistakes and quirks are what set the mood and tone of the piece.
So why can't we see that in ourselves?
And each other?
Why are our flaws seen as negatives? We don't put a positive light on our own mistakes. You learn. You change. You evolve. The beauty is in the changing, and the lessons, and the evolution. And all that comes out of a mistake. A 'wrong' choice. Saying words you wish you hadn't.
Since when is it not okay to make that mistake?
It never has been. We've put that on ourselves.
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