We're not perfect, it's ok

Sometimes I project myself as a perfect person with a perfect life, always mindful, always exciting, always doing the right thing. It's not being superficial really it's more trying to be my best self, but sometimes we stumble. It's ok. We're human. It's ok to live, one day we'll die. Everything that happens is the perfection of it all. So here I am, a few days after burning man sick as a dog.

I just recalled a time I was seeing one of my favorite bands The New Pornographers, and I started clapping along to the beat during a slower song. The lead singer stopped the whole band and told me to stop. Tail between my legs