I clearly remember the time when I had passion, enthusiasm and excitation for meeting some people. Now , some of them have died, some are not in contact with me anymore, and some (most) have fallen to ordinary people for me, I like them, but it doesn't make me excited to meet them anymore, perhaps because I'm a grown up person now...

You know, it is sweet to passionately wait to meet someone. Some degree of enthusiasm is required in every thing, and I think I miss it now