Well, I get some inspiration from the articles and advice of Pavel Somov on the home page.

Here's his latest offering, and poem which happens to answer this question:

Perfectly Imperfect

We confuse perfection with imperfection
But there is no difference
Unless, of course, you compare what is with what isn't

If I could be
right this very moment better, worse or other than what I am right now
I wouldn't be myself.
But I am, perfectly imperfect.

And so are you!

It is always like that, not just during this now
But at any now that you are alive.


Hope this helps a little.