What makes humanity beautiful is rarely the depth of our thoughts, or our brilliant moments. What makes us beautiful is our clumsiness, our failures paired with an insistence that we couldn’t have failed because it’s not over yet. Our tendencies to blow things out of proportion, to believe in fate, love, purpose, god… Our beauty comes as much from our mistakes as our triumphs. Beauty comes from our passion demonstrated through lofty expression, dramatic sacrifices, quick judgments, and naive hopefulness that our luck will change, our feelings will be returned, life will be different even as we are bombarded with signs that we are wrong. Humanity is beautiful because we feel, and we value that above all else, because we try, and fail, and turn our failures into lessons, unexpected gifts and triumphs. Humanity’s most valuable and crucial quality is imperfection, it’s what makes us real.