I'm one of the slowest drivers on the road. I mosey along. If you're doing anything too fast including living life too fast that creates sudden death. If I have to be somewhere on time I make sure I leave early enough.
What I needed most was to love and to be loved eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me and sure enough I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy by suspicions and fear by burst of anger and quarrels.
