Fear comes with middle age.
Guilt is often an excuse for not thinking.
It doesn't pay well to fight for what we believe in.
Was it always my nature to take a bad time and block out the good times, until any success became an accident and failure seemed the only truth?
It's a sad day when you find out that it's not accident or time or fortune, but just yourself that kept things from you.
Styles in wit change so.