“Am I mature?”
I can’t help but thinking about this question after last reckless drunken night. I thought I was. Maybe I am not. At least not as much as I thought.
Despite some general problems in life everyone faces and the occasional escapism that I experience, I considered myself a very mature person. However, matter of fact, it wasn’t maturity but combination of other stuff – level of EQ, street-smart, cleverness, self discipline and inquisitiveness etc
Yes, I am not mature, not at level I wished. This might also have implications on other areas, like how I handled some challenge situations in my marriage, which required a decent amount of maturity (especially you another half is also not as mature as you wished).
So, what’s maturity? It certainly doesn’t come with aging; is it boring? Is it another word for responsibility and self-control? Is it about cutting off your ‘edges’? What is it?
There was this conversation I had with a dear friend of mine many years ago;
“If think of me as a drink, what drink I am?”
“You are a ‘Rose’ going to become ‘Red Wine’?”
“Really, why?”
“You are not quite ‘mature’ yet.”
Guess I’m still not that ‘Red Wine’ after all these years, am I..
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