We are all f**d up in some way.
I cannot  worry about your flaws while i'm silently trying to fix my very own.
If flaws were a rough sketch of who you are then perhaps I'd be pushed to figure out what's wrong.
And that's the mistake most of us make : We keep poking to see what's really wrong (because we think that's what defines us and we can fix people) while we supposed to appreciate those flaws and what's right then soldier on.
Life will come and pass us by while we busy trying to understand what broke us.
There is so much more to us than our imperfections.
There is so much more to life than misery and bad habits.
Fold the curtains and look through the window....the view is better refreshing than the colour of the curtains.
Don't look at the curtains look through the curtains.