Wishes.

 Time of year for wishes.  

There is a sense of finishing and starting.  Even this year and maybe moreso.

Good wishes.  Bad wishes.  Evil wishes.  High and low/all levels.

Is it just a desire?

There was a woman who was lazy all her life.  She literally feigned illness so someone else would do what she was supposed to do.

When she was a kid, she shared a room with her older sister.  One side was hers, always messy.  The other was her sis's, always neat.

Messy would go til her sis would give up and clean the whole room.

Some live or rather exist letting others do for them.

Me?  I clean up after myself.

The Founders had a wish.  Their goal was Freedom.

Its high cost entailed many fighting on all levels for that attainment.  

Some waited and when victory was sure, they took credit for it.

They were known by their works or lack thereof.  

We stand at the precipice.  The time has come to accomplish our goal.  

Noone can restore the Republic except us.  

We need to clean up our own mess.

Best wishes.