I say it doesnt matter when you finish the race..as long as you cross the finish line.
And as far as us finishing last.......yes I consider myself a good girl...I will rather take my time and finish last. They say, with time everything....including people's personality(ies), will be revealed under the sun.
So take your time and let the games begin.
However, I will say this. As a "nice guy/girl you cannot bear the burden of the world or carry everyone's cross.
Most of the time, people have the CAPACITY to take care of their problems but would rather be lazy or take advantage of the kindness of others
Shakespeare wrote it best in As You Like It
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.