The lament is often heard that we are judged by our past; "You'll never live it down", is a common line. Many have paid homage to that notion in seeking some excuse for themselves.
Despite all, though tis fair common theme, still the thought seems an infrequent guest of our consciousness that our past may also be judged by our future; that we may, in a moment of indescretion, destroy a lifetime of virtues.
And who can tell which may be worse: to never rise above the errors of one's past; or to have ascended to great heights and then, by some passing stupidity, brought it all down in heaping ruins?
But tomorrow will tell, for tomorrow will see the ruined man rise or remain fallen. All hope is bound up in tomorrow.
That is just beautiful.