There is a spectrum.

On one end-moments of brilliance, moments of pride, of joy, of celebration.
On the other-moments of muddle-headedness, moments of shame, of grieve, of sombre retrospection.

We all slip-up sometimes.

As we grow, more responsibilities are bestowed.
The stake grows higher,
expectations soar.

Increasingly, such slip-ups find the perimeters of tolerance
grow small.

We are expected to perfect the art of perfection.