Monday, October 1, 2007


I always thought that I would wake up one day, knowing that I had reached maturity. I would be ready for the family, the responsibility, the bills... But I have most of those things, and I still don't know when I'll hit the mature phase of my existence.

And yet I look at old friends, present friends, past associates; and I realize that I have matured greatly, and didn't really notice it. I no longer go in for the cruelty of yesteryear, what's the point. At times this makes me an outcast among those I love, to refuse to ridicule the innocent, the kind, the "weak."

What is the point of some of these things? After watching an hour of ANTM, I realize that it's only made me feel petty and unattractive. What IS the point?

So I suppose maturity for me means realizing how small and ridiculous large periods of my life as well as many of those that I know seem in the light of things that really matter. There really is something to being able to apologize, to accepting criticism, and to expressing emotions to those around you.

Maturity for me means being wrong, and not blaming those around me for it.


maren and robert said...

wow. this is an extremely "mature" perspective. a-freaking-men. NO, I really do agree... I always thought I would wake up and realized I had achieved some great adulthood status or something. Turns out, I probably never will. Hm...

oh, p.s. this is marenharrisw. a.k.a. 'the W'

Isabelle May said...

“Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves... for growing up.” -Wonder Years

Halsey Ann said...

Oh, this is EXACTLY how I have been feeling! You are such a wordsmith, my dear. I hope to glean from you all I can.