We like to romanticize life. Perfect bodies, successful careers, happy marriages. But I find the underbelly of being human interesting. With being human comes some very nasty things. We vomit, we piss, and we shit. We rot from the inside out as our lives go on, and that's if we're lucky enough to live that long. Death creeps into life in unusual ways. But what is life without death? You can't appreciate the good without the bad. Often the most alive you will ever feel is after you've nearly died or when you are emotionally destroyed. Yes, humans are not perfect. We are well-oiled machines but there is plenty of room for fuck ups.