I often ask myself whether it is the youth we miss when recollecting the past and bygone times or the times always change for the worse. As a matter of the matter, I do think that in every period of our living there co-existed both good things and bad ones. It's a constant struggle -  the scales with two objects put on them - going up and down.Is there any sense in it? Where does it lead to? Listen to a fellow who considers the same matters...