No matter how much we wish we could forget the past, and the mistakes we made there, it sometimes has a way of coming around to confront you, for one reason or another. In this case it was a warning of sorts, a Dickensian visit from Marley’s ghost: change your ways or suffer the consequences.
For me, it is avoiding old, comfortable habits and resisting the siren’s call of impulse. Not an easy thing to do for a man used to succumbing to temptation on a regular basis. Oh, how I admire the spartan ways of those who more or less successfully control their appetites. The idea of calling upon that kind of reserve of will power is daunting to say the least.
No time like the present to start living for the future.