Love Persist

Kabanata 22 - Always watching, never moving, seeking answers in stillness.

I liked to think of myself as a knight, fighting battles with words instead of swords. Every day, I would wear my metaphorical armor, a tailored suit that represented the dignity and professionalism required in my line of work. Entering the courtroom was like stepping onto a grand stage, where the drama of people's lives played out in front of a captive audience. Each case presented its own unique plotline, with protagonists and antagonists vying for victory. Sometimes, I found myself representing the underdog, the voiceless, who needed someone to champion their cause. It was an honor and a responsibility I took with the utmost seriousness.

Being an attorney was akin to being in a constant high-pressure drama, where every decision and argument can have real-life consequences. The weight of responsibility was almost palpable as if each case I handled carries the burden of countless lives on my shoulders. It was no secret that being an attorney came with a certain level of authority and influence. The mere ownership of knowledge and the ability to navigate the law granted me a power that was both humbling and intoxicating. There were still times when it amazed me the amount of power that I, armed with skills and expertise, could wield in shaping the outcome of someone's fate.

Most people often held me in high regard, associating my profession with intelligence, success, and prestige. They assumed I lived a luxurious life filled with high-profile cases and constant recognition. While there may be some truth to them, it was not always synonymous with reality. I was constantly in charge of juggling multiple cases, each with its own demands and deadlines. Balancing client expectations, court appearances, research, and paperwork becomes an art form. Not only did I have to manage my time effectively, but I also had to balance empathy and professionalism.

Ever since I embraced my role, my life has been a dynamic blend of intellectual challenges, emotional resilience, and the pursuit of justice. I entered the legal profession with a sense of idealism and a passion for justice, but it didn't take long for me to realize that this industry was far from glamorous. Behind the polished courtroom floors and dapper suits lies a murky world inherent in cynicism and broken ideals. The idealistic notions of justice and fairness were often overshadowed by the harsh realities of a system driven by money, politics, and personal agendas. Yet amidst all of this, there was a certain sense of exhilaration that came from being in the midst of such high-stakes battles of prowess.

Just like when I faced the courtroom as an attorney with a sense of purpose and determination, I approached each lecture as a teacher with a similar level of conviction. Whether I was holding a gavel or some chalk, my goal remained the same: to advocate for truth and justice. In the courtroom, I was like a knight in shining armor, defending the right to life, liberty and properties of my clients. But it was a different story in the lecture room, where I transformed into a facilitator of knowledge. Having worked as both an attorney and a teacher, I have experienced the unique challenges and rewards of both professions.

Notwithstanding the exhausting nature of my professions, I persevered. I didn't pursue a double degree in political science and economics in college while dreaming of becoming an attorney, without a reason. All that I have achieved up until this point has been the result of the dedication, hard work, and commitment I have poured into my endeavors. Therefore, I cannot afford to let anything, whether it be a trivial sentiment, the lingering mental image of a certain face of my student, or even a notification on my phone indicating an incoming text message, compromise my complete focus on the meeting I am currently engaged in. Feeling increasingly frustrated, I carefully retrieved the device from the inner pocket of my coat that continued to buzz incessantly. There had better be a good reason to interrupt me like this.

From: Assistant Javi

Class just ended, but it ran a bit late because some students stayed back to wrap up their papers. It's all good now though, everyone finished their exams.