Life gets progressively worse

Everything was magical as a young boy. A little ozen laughing box kept me entertained for hours. Or that radio controlled r2d2 by kenner. Sitting in the backseat at 10 holding hands with a girlfriend while going to the store. Everything was so fresh. Sitting on the couch watching grease 2 with my gf and other friends 3 times a day on HBO. No need or no desire for dirty stuff, not even the thought of it. Being proud of the blue bird school bus with that loud black smoking engine, playing pac man with my neighbor friend after school. The smell of that new school bus, Baker street by Gerry Rafferty, and then the worst thing happened that happens to everyone. Getting older, gaining wisdom and developing. Life progressively becomes worse. It seems all the magic of the little things dies off, losing interest, forced into a realm of responsibility, pain and suffering, unfairness and unwanted knowledge . And that magic realm of childhood is now just a faint memory of warmth in a cold reality that can't be reached again. We become cuss words- adults. Evolving according to the general attitude and teachings of society, behavior changes, and being these serious grown ups worried about everything and everyone else and their perceptions, and it gets worse everyday. Until recent years discovering how crappy the way of the world is and how meaningless politics religion and even education is. Being forced to give up our true selves in order to be accepted in jobs, society or adult companionship. Realizing no one else cares about the little things you do anymore. Then you find yourself isolated with no friends, no social life or anything because everyone else changed but you didn't. You are trapped in for example 1983. Today anyone would think you're a perv if you wanted to do a sleepover in your 50s, or just some crazed loon for getting together, acting silly and stuff. What was magical once has become unacceptable today. Why? How is it that just about everyone has been so hardened with their paranoias and ways of thinking. I still have a few childhood toys and yes I play with them. Hobbies of even making stuff, making music, and often craving a world that used to be instead of what is. I just couldn't bring myself to enjoy the adult world of bars, clubbing, hookups and all that mess. Even God says to be like a little one. He knew this would happen. So here I am isolated with no friends, no social life, no partner, just a job and place to live with my 53 year old 10 year old self existing in a place I can't wait to leave.