A few weeks ago, my friend died. He died doing something he love. After that, several of my relatives passed on, also. I was in a stupor, wondering why life suddenly got so hard. Then I thought... Maybe because when we were younger, we might've known things were going to be okay. We might've just known that life goes on. Now, since we age and learn, we get ideas formed in our heads, making things seem cataclysmic. Well... I think our young selves were right. Life does go on, as long as we let it do so. We might not accept that, but it does. That's just a thought.
You know, I may be only 15, but I think I agree. Being younger is being more naive, in most cases. You don't know the feeling of loss, the idea seems foreign enough with the "I'm a kid, kids don't get hurt" that when you lose something, you can brush it off. But later in life, when things like money come in, you're forced to appreciate the value of things, making the loss of anything that much more intense. Those are some good words of thought.
Pretty much same thing as cheese. When you're carefree it feels like nothing matters. I could probably write more about this but I'm tired.