When I was a kid, I heard that phrase every now and then, but I never really grasped the concept of what it meant. After all, I was only like seven or eight, everything was going great for me. The world was my playground, I had all the time in the world, and life was good.
When I compare my memories of then to now, there's a distinct lack of happiness, a distinct lack of laughter, and a distinct lack of fun. I don't know what to attribute the absence of overall enjoyment to: simply growing up in a world that's always sucked? A general public shift from good to bad? Personal problems masking my view of an actually decent world? To this day, I still don't know.
And it's not just me, either. I've asked my friends if they think life is as good as it was back when they were kids. They agree that somewhere along the line the world around us stopped being fun. Some people may argue that saying the world isn't fun is childish, but I would argue that having fun is not childish in the least.
It really seems like everything around me is slipping slowly into a sea of terrible. What do you all think? Am I just suffering from actually having to mature and become an adult? Is the world really terrible now? What do you guys think?