I feel less often compelled to do the work than I was in the past.

I can't re-examine work I did in the past with pride.

I think I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not really aware of that time passing. I don't feel that I'm wasteful with time. But I'm not aware of it passing.

I've become a less brave traveller since I became a dad, but in the past I was more foolhardy than brave.

All the things that are in the past are in the past.

There's no sustenance in the past.