Mistakes, Hey! We're Human.

Lets face it, all of us make mistakes. None of us are perfect, and we could all use a little grace. I know that beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am not perfect, I will never be, nor to I ever want to be. The pressure would be way too much for my small, close-minded self to handle. But just because I know I will never be perfect doesn't mean that I should be okay with making mistakes. My humanity does not justify slop.
I know that my school work is demanding just as my music is demanding just as work is demanding just as family is demanding just as, the list is endless. There are so many things that pull on us all that there is no way that we could ever be perfect, we have so much pressure and weight that all we can do from time to time (being every few minutes for me) is make mistakes. But I do desire to strive to become the best student I can be, the best musician I can be, the best employee I can be, the best son I can be, the best, the list is once again, endless.
It's funny because growth is measured by success, but the times when I have grown the most in my life are the times when failure was most evident. Lets look at this example. There's me, five foot eight inches tall and roughly 150 pounds, then there's Robert Griffin III. He stands a strong six foot two inches tall and weighs a much sturdier 217 pounds. But I feel arrogant so I challenge RG III to a push-up contest. The first to 150 push-ups wins. Safe to say that we all know how this ends, RG III kicks my butt and I end up in a pool of my own sweat and blood 75 or so push-ups in. But who gained more? Robert, who can easily do over 250 push-ups in one sitting? Or me, who stretched my limits and became stronger in doing so? I think the answer's clear. You see, even though I had failed I grew. I pushed my muscles farther than they had been pushed before, in that I became stronger. In my failure, I had essentially won.