None of us are perfect.
Such a statement should make sense to most of us. It should come to life as we read it.
I cannot do much but get a little better, never quite reaching the ultimate goal of perfection. I can operate as a perfectionist. That's not achieving perfection. That's me trying to gain control of my environment as best that I can or maintain my standard of work based on some archaic work ethic embedded in me by the old folks who taught and trained me in my walk of life, especially the storytellers.
As a writer, I look on as other seek to perfect their craft, too. We talk theory. We pose and profess principles in practice. We try our best to get better and better. We try to get to the point of perfection.
Comedians like Richard Pryor and Paul Mooney kill me. They are full of shock value. Nonetheless, their acts have always been calculated. They took risks with risque material, but they had perfected the clowning and mugging that landed them as comedic greats.
John Stockton, the former Utah Jazz point guard, was such a perfectionist. He worked tirelesly on his game. He was by far not the best competition for Jordan, Bird or Magic, but he put in the work. He worked on a certain level of professional achievement that required him putting forth his best.
Write like these folks. Approach your work like they approached theirs. make the most of what you can do with your abilities. Strive for perfection, even if nobody is perfect.