2020 doesn’t feel brighter. As I look over the headlines, the foul, evil, slimy, tumorous tentacles of 2019 still pull, are still entwined in your nerve endings, refusing to let go, burying their claws even deeper. They smile at you and say, “Us? Oh, we’re not going anywhere for a long while yet!”
They don’t end just because arbitrary numbers change on a calendar. You have to fight them. You have to beat them even though beating them may cost you your life.