I can only go forward. I am who I am because of what I will do, not because of what I have done. Yes, others will judge me based on what I have done, because that's the main thing they have to go on.
I cannot change what has already happened, but I don't have to accept it as any indication of what the future will bring.
Large momentum shift doesn't occur instantaneously, however. Only by infinitesimal degrees do we change the course of a massive object. Only through time, strength and patience do we change the errors of our habits, both individually and collectively.
These are the Last Days of many of those ways. Today I celebrate the Bad that has passed or that will die soon.
I celebrate the end of so many kinds of suffering and injustice and ignorance, too many to begin to enumerate here. Relief fills the air as the tension eases, and we catch our breath as we prepare the next wave.
I do not celebrate naively. I know that I could just as easily mourn this day, on which are born new sufferings and injustices and deceptions; on which the seeds of future calamity are planted as eyes are half-turned away. This day, one of the Last Days of much which is Good.
Today is for celebration because tomorrow is what we make it.
