As I grew old, I gain wisdom in exchange of losing some things in life.
I lose my job, but I was able to regain it,
I lose money, but was able to recover it,
I lose some of my friends, departed, have their own life, family and made some farewells, somehow I met others and going forward without stoping.
I lose my hobby, the things I do in my daily life like a routine. It's joy and motivation to read and write slightly diminished,
I lose my smile, when in fact I didn't want to smile, because I wanted to. It only happen involuntarily.
I lose my youthful vigor, and I lose my childish personality which others don't like about me.