In life, there isn't much stability. You have your childhood, which is the best and worst part of your life; and is lost first in the world of your own mind.  Then theres the teenage years. The ones which cause you to think and make some of the more important decisions of your life. The moments that make you smile and cry; and the ones you want to forget but also savor forever out of fear of growing old and finding that permanent future where once you choose a path its twice as hard to find another and expectations are doubly as hard to live up to, yet somehow everyone always makes it through those years. Then you look back on your youth and wish to relive it but then realize you could never handle the youth of today and that you're so behind on the culture that all you had stood for forty years previously no longer matters, the clothes, music, and times have changed and all you have left to do is life out those last twenty years of your life in silence. Fearing death and making regrets on that love you didn't chase, that risk you didn't take, and wonder about that future you never had. Because that's all life really is. And one day it's suddenly gone and there's nothing left that you know besides the memories.