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The good old days...

As a young person in today's world we always seem to hear from older people that it was better when they were young. For me, that is impossible to believe. When they were young, the world had just come out of a war, people didn't fight for human rights the same way and the only way to communicate with each other was through telephone or letters. That doesn't seem like a better world to me but for some reason these people still insist saying that they miss the good old days. I've been trying to get my head around this for a while now but it seems like there are a few explanations for this.
Firstly, I think they remember the time when they were young and did all these things as we do now. They are able to recall the time when they had no worries in their lives and people wouldn't judge them for being slightly rebellious, but if they did they wouldn't care because that was how they were suppose to behave.
Secondly, the times are changing and so is the culture but some people seem to struggle with adapting to this and think that the things that we are doing now-a-days are strange and alien to them. This is something even I can feel sometimes when people start to use new words that I barely understand. The older generations simply can't keep up with all the changes because they are not the ones providing them and therefore they think that it was better when they were young.
Thirdly, there will always be things in the world that can be improved but that doesn't make the world worse it just makes it different and sometimes different is good even if we might not realise it until we're older.

I think it comes down to the problem of us not liking when things change because change is something new. It makes us not knowing how to react and behave. Personally, I have experienced change in my life in many different ways and sometimes I've felt that it was better the way it was before but I've also learnt that once you're used to the change, it's not as scary anymore and you therefore won't even think back to what you had before as better. It will simply be an experience that has taken you to where you are today.
The people that usually tell us that it was better when they were young are people that don't like to adapt to changes or simply struggle to follow with all the developments in the world.
So when an old person tells you that it was better when they were young, you can simply tell them, that they are wrong. The world wasn't better, it was different and if they stopped and made that extra effort to adapt to the world today they would soon realise that what they actually are saying is that they wish they were young again.

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