Competition is the death of art.
When I found out that coffins are padded, I stopped fearing death.
Usually the people that peak in high school are tragic, tragic adults. Most of them end up working for the water department in their hometown and driving around said high school as the decades slip past.
I try to live in the moment, but by the time I get there it's too late.
Very few positive experiences begin with being told to count back slowly from ten.
Why do some bald guys grow ponytails? It it the same reason people too old to run always wear track shoes and sweat pants?