Later, I gradually understood that time could not be turned back, and the flying youth had been hidden in the mountains after sunset, and the vague footprints appeared from time to time, as if they were in front of me, but they could never be touched again.
Everyone has an experience in their life, saying goodbye to their former selves, the youth they have been stolen by the years, and there is no way back.
Once full of vigor and pride, dreaming of changing the world, once hungry and thirsty to swim in the ocean of books, at that time, we were enthusiastic and unrestrained, and the glory of unbridled youth.
However, the thief of the years unconsciously stole the frivolous youth, from the student into the society, the ideal was smoothed by the reality, we learned to forbear, learned to be sophisticated, in order to better survive, we had to let go of the ideals, compromise in some social relations, only occasionally at a certain moment to remember the innocence of the past.
We are confused, moving forward, crying, running, doubting, lost, deceiving, hurting, mixed with all kinds of flavors, like a song that sings, don't want to grow up.
Looking back at the road you have walked, the once young face is hazy, the vows you once made have lost their color in the washing of time, no matter how you try to grasp it, but it is like quicksand and passing away with the wind. The once carefree self, the ambitious teenager, has finally become old and serious.
We are no longer the carefree teenagers, but the responsibilities of reality, pressure, and adults who are overwhelmed, even if they are unwilling, they cannot change the reality of growing up, in addition to adapting and accepting, there seems to be no other better choice.
Life is a journey in the world, along the way we meet all kinds of people, experience a thousand strange things, all of this will eventually become the light of our life, illuminate the road of the future, we will eventually learn to reconcile with ourselves, become a better version of ourselves.
When we return to the road we have walked again, things have long been different, some familiar scenes are still there, but the young man who dreamed in the starry sky is no longer young, time is like a magician, unconsciously has been vicissitudes, and the innocent self is already covered with dust.
In the time that can't be returned, the enthusiasm of the former teenager and youth fades in the years, but the imprint it leaves will always be alive.
Life is a journey with no return, how many times of reincarnation has the journey of this life, this short life, is just an experience of life, all the glory of the world will eventually disappear, all the world, nothing more than this.
Living in the present can live every day to the fullest, the past is just a place of memory, life is only once, only time is our greatest wealth, and we have the time only the present, with the present, we also have the past and the future.