Imagine forgiving yourself completely. The goals you didn’t reach. The mistakes you made. Instead of locking those flaws inside to define and repeat yourself, imagine letting your past float through your present and away like air through a window, freshening a room. Imagine that.

We accept other nature. We accept asymmetric trees. We accept turbulent waves and breaching whales. We accept the pouring rain. Imagine a way of seeing ourselves never as disappointments or flaws but as precisely who we are meant to be in the natural scheme of things?

‘My formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be different, not forward, not backward, not in all eternity. Not merely bear what is necessary, still less conceal it… but love it.’

Nietzsche (not long before he went mad, but he had a point)