Here’s reality, as long as you are spotless, or feel spotless, there’s a disgusting sense of righteousness that no one else can withstand.
This is the beauty of mistakes. As long as they stain your past, you become more tolerant, because you know what it means to fall, and will cut others some slack.
A failure in your past makes it easy to understand someone else who fails, and gives you a road map to offer, for a chance at redemption.
Own your failures, mistakes and slip ups. They make us human.