Our existence is inherently flawed. As members of humanity we get overwhelmed and break down. We forget things we shouldn’t and cant forget the things we should. We get stuck in out ways and shut the world out because of it. Because we are imperfect, we make mistakes. Some of those mistakes are easier to forgive than others, easier to forget. Some we will forever regret. Why does any of this matter? Why have I thrown you down this depressive rabbit hole? Because there is a way around some of this faltering, something anyone can do to conquer their imperfect human experience and embrace it for all its can be.…