Humans achieve their peak in different ways. But whoever you are, once you're over the summit, it's downhill all the way. Nothing anyone can do about it. And the worst of it is, you never know where the peak is. You think you're still doing strong, when suddenly you've have crossed the great divide. No one can tell. Some people peak at twelve, then lead rather uneventful lives from then on. Some carry on until they die; some die at their peak. Poets and composers have lived like furies, pushing themselves to such a pitch they're gone by thirty.Then there are those like Picasso, who kept breaking ground untill well past eighty.
And what about me?
My peak? Would I even have one?
And what about me?
My peak? Would I even have one?
What the fuck you were thinking?