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.