Personal thoughts of how life is changing and how we lose our past.

As one is losing its past. 

Today I talk about how we lose aspects of our lives that were significant 
but with the passage of time is transformed into something lost. 
Let’s start by separating in stages: 
Childhood: 
When a child lacks is any notion of problems. 
That is the most beautiful in the world. 
So, children, enjoying much more of life, 
That’s the first thing we lose when we grow up, innocence, the total disregard for everything, etc … 
As always talking about a happy childhood. 
Adolescence: 
At this stage, we are losing our past, our innocence, relatives who are dying, things that marked a boy. 
At this stage we find first loves, first real friendships that can last a lifetime. 
It is a time of change, however one comes to think not losing things, when a teenager living a life dramatically, is the stage of 
the emotions. 
Maturity, 30 years: 
This stage is when we realize what life is, and we are aware of things that we are losing, teen dreams, loves, family 
and we realize what life is finite. 
It’s not disappointing, it is part of life, 
 that this is going to mutate yourself and losing things from our past is the most normal of the world. 
It is natural and need not be bad, is part of our growth. 

Aging: 
I think in this stage is when you feel most the past, particularly by people who are abandoning us through time. 
So life is constantly moving wheel that does not stop for anything or anyone, the world will keep turning forever, so the nature is 
and the best we can do is live this, every second every minute with a smile and always in a positive way. 
The past is this; past, was and will never return.

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