Almost all of your life is lived by the seat of your pants, one unexpected event crashing into another, with no pattern or reason, and then you finally reach a point, around my age, where you spend more time than ever looking back. Why did this happen? Look where that led? You see the shape of things.

Looking back, I guess I've lived an unusual life.

I don't spend much time looking back at what happened. I do remember it, but I don't see any purpose of wanting to look back.

I think now that I'm in the autumn of my life, and I'm getting a chance of having an overview and looking at the shape of how things happen, when things happen, why things happen, I think it was fitting that I spent most of my early career doing mask work, because I just don't think I was that comfortable in my own skin.

But there's no point in looking back and saying I was unlucky.

You need to keep looking forward; don't ever look back.