"Speed is for the young and the worried," she said softly. "But fruit doesn't ripen faster because you yell at the tree. You’re trying to be a 'modern man,' but you’re forgetting how to be a mature one." "What’s the difference?" Elias asked.
Elias sat at the scarred oak table, a stack of bills and a tablet open before him. "It’s just different now, Mam. Everything moves so fast. I feel like I’m running a race where the finish line keeps moving." mature mam
"You’re thinking again, Elias," she said, not looking up from the carrots she was dicing. "Speed is for the young and the worried," she said softly
He closed the tablet. For the first time in weeks, the finish line didn't matter. He was exactly where he needed to be. " she said