Sometimes your past feels like a very bad hangover, from an office party in which you declared your undying love for your very young, very cool colleague, danced la Macarena techno version and laughed like a hyena all night long. Yes, . . . Don’t ask me how I know, but I know. Waking up and just thinking, what the fuck was I thinking!? Well, you were not thinking, you were just being, which is perfectly cool, but sometimes just being gets you a horrific hangover.
Don’t worry, today is another day and you can just begin. Because the past doesn’t exist, you are free.