In The Past, I Had

Desires, Memories, Fears, Passions Form Labyrinths In Which We Lose And Find And Then Lose Ourselves Again.

Sometimes The Memory Of Happiness Cannot Stay True Because It Ended Unhappily.

I Thought That If The Right Time Gets Missed, If One Has Refused Or Been Refused Something For Too Long, It's Too Late, Even If It Is Finally Tackled With Energy And Received With Joy. Or Is There No Such Thing As "too Late"? Is There Only "late," And Is "late" Always Better Than "never"? I Don't Know.

What Is Law? Is It What Is On The Books, Or What Is Actually Enacted And Obeyed In A Society? Or Is Law What Must Be Enacted And Obeyed, Whether Or Not It Is On The Books, If Things Are To Go Right?

There's This Old Saying That, If You Aren't Particularly Gifted In Natural Sciences, If You Don't Want To Become A Teacher Or Pastor Or Doctor, And Don't Know What Else To Do, Then You Become A Lawyer. But I've Never Regretted It.