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PremiumI was having writer's block when this blog's statistics went down last week. Thanks to my Dorian who gave me such illuminating idea about growing up stuffs. So, here I am, sharing my opinions about it.
I used to think that maturity is something which comes along with the increasing number of candles you blow every year on your birthday. I used to expect that people older than me could understand my (childish) behavior. I used to wish that elderly buddies could give wise advices on matters I faced.
But then, these things happened : I witnessed people, who has more then 20 candles on their next birthday, crying over something they should had forgotten, I listened to same old love story from elderly friends who kept falling into the same hole, and I watched my Dorian fooling his friends around with such funny-yet-improper hoaxes that are normally thrown by a five-years-old kid.
Oppositely, my so-called friend who was an early teen gave me a comforting counsel when I was so terribly sad and confused and I knew some younger acquaintances who suddenly acted maturely and saved my day.
I was shocked at first to recognize the childish side of adult and was also mesmerized by the maturity of some young people.
I, then, looked at myself. My 17th birthday was about 3 months ago and I don't even think that I've grown up so well. I had been spending my time being a kid for about 16 years and couple of months. I said that I was mature enough to have boyfriend when my mom asked me to consider my relationship. I said that I was mature enough to choose on universities (which really is not me) I would take when my family asked me to consider the options. I said that I was mature enough to do this and that, realizing that my age was called appropriate to do this that and bla bla.
Frankly, I was not that mature.
Maturity isn't something which comes along with the increasing age. When you grow older, you're, honestly, expected to grow up, to grow wiser, to grow better. It's something that should be earned, should be achieved as you'll face bigger challenges. Sometimes, the childish side of an adult comes up, and it really is okay, normal, since we're human. The most important thing is we learn not only how to move the cupboard we couldn't switch when we're kid, but also how to move on with our lives. That's evolving, I guess.
I, then, looked at myself. My 17th birthday was about 3 months ago and I don't even think that I've grown up so well. I had been spending my time being a kid for about 16 years and couple of months. I said that I was mature enough to have boyfriend when my mom asked me to consider my relationship. I said that I was mature enough to choose on universities (which really is not me) I would take when my family asked me to consider the options. I said that I was mature enough to do this and that, realizing that my age was called appropriate to do this that and bla bla.
Frankly, I was not that mature.
Maturity isn't something which comes along with the increasing age. When you grow older, you're, honestly, expected to grow up, to grow wiser, to grow better. It's something that should be earned, should be achieved as you'll face bigger challenges. Sometimes, the childish side of an adult comes up, and it really is okay, normal, since we're human. The most important thing is we learn not only how to move the cupboard we couldn't switch when we're kid, but also how to move on with our lives. That's evolving, I guess.
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