My progress in life so far can best be described as slow and steady.
Very slow.
Super slow mo.
There goes a snail, passing by me right now.
Hey Mr. Sloth, slow down. Do you have time to chat?
You'll never keep up that pace, Mr. Manatee. Just sayin'.
Why do fingernails grow so fast?
So slow that if I were a baseball game, the instant replay wouldn't bother to wait for the actual play.
To the average person, I appear to be going backwards.
To the trained expert, I appear to be standing still.
To the carefully calibrated motion sensor atop the military spy satellite that snaps photos of my shower epithelials, I am moving forward.
Slow and steady win the race.
Some of us die before the race is over.
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