Do you ever feel like you aren’t real? Existential dread permeates your pores and embarrassment at simply being a human being sweats out of you. You wake up hot and wet and panicked. Why are you here? How can you get up and make coffee with all the compounded mistakes you’ve made? And then it hits you. You’re here to keep trying to do better each day. You’re here to hopefully help more people than you’ve hurt before you die. You better get started.