You must accept yourself as fallible in order to love others and life.
In elementary school, at some age now beyond the grasp of memory, I go into the fridge before my dad gets back from work. I take an entire package of 24 or so beers, sneaking on the tips of my toes to the bathroom. One by one, I open each can and pour their contents down the sink, thinking to myself, "Now he won't be angry."
When…