Limited room?

   I am getting a sad and nostalgic feeling thinking about growing up.  

   We stop loving somethings after a while in order to  acquire new ones...  as if there is no room within a single person to collect "favourite things".

When we are children, there is no better plan than going to the park and swing on the swing set for hours, the years go by and suddenly it gets boring to swing. Who could have imagine that this playful afternoos could lose their interest.

   People change, "mature" and leave behind their "favourite things". Who tells you that what you are loving today is not another "transitional favourite thing "? But, you know what? This temporary characteristic doesn't make your hobby less valuable, it is totally the opposite... as it may have a limited life, enjoy it while you actually can.

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Kodaline "High hopes" . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E4povfmX144
                          Seems to me like I'm just scared of never feeling it again
                                      I know it's crazy to believe in silly things
                                                  But it's not that easy