Why does life keep teaching me lessons I have no desire to learn?
Why am I so often at the mercy of those who don't deserve to control my life?
If I do enough different things in enough different ways, I may, eventually, do something right.
Beware! I'm acting under the influence of human nature.
The best thing about being too late is that there's no more need to hurry.
I don't have any solution, but I certainly admire the problem.