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History repeats itself. We call ourselves intellectually superior, or deeply moral, and yet, before we know it, we find ourselves waging the same wars, persecuting the same peoples, ridding the same land of the same resources.

It’s strange. We call it progress — the new phones we buy, the figurehead promotions we receive, the innovative processors we develop — but if we keep making the same mistakes, our existence is nothing but cyclical.

We’re still riding the same train on the same tracks — all we’ve done is upgrade the ride.

We need to remember. We need to remember what has been done in the past. We need to know how to escape the same pitfall stations we seem fated to reach again and again ever few years.

We need to remember the names, the faces — those who lost their lives for the sake of a better world. We need to remember those who gave up their livelihood so that we all could live lives in a future of one man who had a dream.

We must not forget how many names — how many lives the roster has chalked up to injustice and inequality.

Only then can we call that which we look forward to our future, not our past.