Thinking of ways writing like life is a matter of life and death. Slowed down because of burning out. Rushed missed things on the way trying to get ahead barely coming out even. A late starter trying to make up for being behind. Always taking a risk caught up in the mix. Dating all the wrong women learned the less. Thankful for the moments focused on the good over the bad. Working jobs trying to learn as much as possible to get it done. Can't rely or trust anyone have to step it up to finish. Lost friends along the way, some couldn't be single in bad relationships. Having a family leaving friendships in the past; focused on their kids the future. Didn't understand before but everything makes sense now.