The Good Old Days

When I was young, I wished I could grow older quickly - finish school, get a job, my own home - and then I would be happier. Now that I am older, I look back on the halcyon days of youth and wonder what happened to such a carefree time.

Stepping out of the mists of melancholy I see quite easily that no time of my life has a monopoly on happiness. On the other hand, never has life been perfect. It seems to be human nature to look for happiness in a different time. Some people look ahead to a paradisaical future whilst others look back to a carefree youth.

How often do you hear people speak of the good old days gone by? How many times do people complain that the world is getting worse as time goes by? Are they right? Were things better before than they are now?