Unconsciously, most of life has passed, we are on the road to getting old, and we are no longer young!
I always thought that time was very slow, and we were still childish teenagers. Only when I looked in the mirror did I find that there were fine lines at the corners of my eyes, white hair on my head, my skin was gradually slackening, and my figure was blessed.
The eyes are vicissitudes, the mentality is mature, no longer distressed by trivial matters day and night, no longer calculating with others, looking down on parting, letting go of gains and losses, unlike when you were young, holding on to one thing, not letting go, resenting a person, not forgiving.
In the past, staying up late was a daily routine, and it was enough to sleep for a while, but now staying up late is a sin, and sleeping for a long time is sleepy. Once upon a time, when I heard a new song, I would do it a few times, but now I lose it and my memory is lost. In the past, bouncing and jumping was energetic, but now it is too tiring to take one more step.
No longer like to be lively, can stay at home, never go out, can be alone, never get together. Used to being lonely, but also enjoying the quiet, just want to be alone at home, drink tea, listen to songs, read books.
Rejection of new things, difficult to adapt, into a new environment, always feel out of place. I can't get used to the clothes of young people now, I can't understand the conversation of young people now, I miss more and more, I miss the old more and more, I always close myself off, and I still stay in the past. It turns out that we are really old, youth remains in that year, and youth is just fantasy.
The responsibility on the shoulders is getting heavier and heavier, and the pain in the heart is getting more and more. Don't dare to get sick, don't dare to fall, because behind you are people who rely on themselves. Even if you are tired, you must persevere, even if it is difficult, you must be patient.
Suddenly I found myself getting old, wanting less and less, and looking down on more and more things. Love memories, love nostalgia, think about it the most is: if youth can come back, how good it should be!