The so-called life is nothing but a process of continuous loss. Very precious things, one by one, slipping from your hands like a comb. The ones that fall into your hands are all worthy of counterfeit goods. Physical strength, hope, dreams and ideals, beliefs and meanings, or the people you love, are the same, one person after another, quietly disappearing from your side.
Be an unsettled adult. Do not be emotional, do not allow to secretly miss, do not look back. I always thought that people are getting old, but it is not. People are getting old for a moment.