Are we all perfect? Even the moon has a dark spot. Lotus grows in the swamp and diamond deep beneath the coal mines.
How can we expect humans to be perfect at all things? We are broken, imperfect in one or the other way. I will not go in the deep how Mozart was deaf or Van van Gogh an eccentric or Picasso ultra egoist.
We are not perfect. We have to live with this. People who like us, love us will be with us in all the times of our life. Our imperfection will not scare them. That 1000 hours to perfection via deliberate practice was flawed.