Then, over time, the rose-colored glasses fade. Love no longer seems to be just butterflies in the stomach, work is seen only as a means of making money, and life is not so often scattered with bright colors.
And it's funny to see how different we are every year. In childhood, in youth, at a more mature age. And it seems as if ten years ago - it was a completely different life, the memories are so far away.
But still, despite the fact that the outlook on life has become more sober, I am still interested in watching what I will become in another ten years and another ten years. And when the day comes that I will become quite old, I will sit on a bench on a warm summer evening and suddenly remember what naive ideas about life I had as a child, I will smile and think that life is an interesting thing, despite its some oddities.