Two variants - you perform in business to fit the needs without dismissing your quirks. The more you do it, the better you can get. Then there's retirement. The longer you're in it, the older you get. Compared with the career, retirement is a diminishment rather than the enrichment desired on a psycho-mobility level. But the worst day now is so much better than the best day then. It's a masterpiece everyone should land in. Ergo, treat right now like you mean it and really care. That talent came automatically back then. So did wish-list shit.

The thought of a graded performance sickens like the moan from the room of sighs. Don't belly-up but rather sprawl out on the hood to rise from that popped-hood analogy.

Hiding in the soliloquy infers there's some leaking of desperation goin' on here. It's more like draining the last drop of effort doesn't signify ineptness but think of that move like the Eddie Vedder wannabe straining to sing "the land of the free, home of the brave".

I'm OK