Baby, you're a firework.

Come on, show 'em what you're worth.

I don't know if that's much of a compliment.

Fireworks are very short-lived. They're beautiful for just a moment, and then they're gone. I think of fireworks like people who get their 15 minutes of fame - they're there for a few moments and then you forget about them.

I don't want to be short-lived.

I don't want what my life means to build up to some sort of climax and fizzle out.

I think slow and steady really does win the race.

Do I have the patience necessary for this type of life?

I suppose we'll see.