I'm not going to even going to start with the "we are human, we make mistakes" lecture. Instead, let me say something more abstract about us.
We are scars.
We are wounds that have healed, but still left marks. Marks that make us imperfect.
The people who have gone through the worst days have bigger wounds, and the people who haven't yet have smaller wounds. In the end, we're all the same.
We were made to be real, not perfect.
The things that heal our wounds, the things that heal us; those are the things we have to care about. As I said before; never let go of those things, because when we get hurt again, when life gets hard, we need them.
It's those things, and those scars. They make us who and what we are.