You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable.
I've got forward momentum. There's no virtue in it. It's just a balancing act. I don't dare stop.
When you can’t do something truly useful, you tend to vent the pent up energy in something useless but available, like snappy dressing.
Do it for yourself. The universe will be around to collect its cut later.
What you are is a question only you can answer.
One foot in front of the other, wasn't that the grownup way of solving problems? Surely he ought to be a grownup at his age.