Or Is There No Such

Or Is There No Such Thing As 'too Late'? Is There Only 'late' And Is 'late' Always Better Than 'never'? I Don't Know.

Why? Why Does What Was Beautiful Suddenly Shatter In Hindsight Because It Concealed Dark Truths? Why Does The Memory Of Years Of Happy Marriage Turn To Gall When Our Partner Is Revealed To Have Had A Lover All Those Years? Because Such A Situation Makes It Impossible To Be Happy? But We Were Happy! Sometimes The Memory Of Happiness Cannot Stay True Because It Ended Unhappily. Because Happiness Is Only Real If It Lasts Forever? Because Things Always End Painfully If They Contained Pain, Conscious Or Unconscious, All Along? But What Is Unconscious, Unrecognized Pain?

As An Author, You Can't Expect A Movie To Be An Illustration Of The Book. If That's What You Hope For, You Shouldn't Sell The Rights.

I Didn't Like The Way I Looked, The Way I Dressed And Moved, What I Achieved And What I Felt I Was Worth. But There Was So Much Energy In Me, Such Belief That One Day I'd Be Handsome And Clever And Superior And Admired, Such Anticipation When I Met New People And New Situations. Is That What Makes Me Sad? The Eagerness And Belief That Filled Me Then And Exacted A Pledge From Life That Life Could Never Fulfill? Sometimes I See The Same Eagerness And Belief In The Faces Of Children And Teenagers And The Sight Brings Back The Same Sadness I Feel In Remembering Myself.

Why Does What Was Beautiful Shatter In Hindsight Because It Concealed Dark Truths?