"Listen well, will you marry me?"
I haven't had a real true heartfelt blog ever since the creation of this new livejournal. Whether for fear of criticism, or possibly the "next day doubt" I found ever so common after an entry of complaints or an entry of immaturity. Then yesterday, after dealing with a crisis situation I think as best I humanly could I realized "What is maturity?". I honestly feel that most individuals have the ability to be a mature person but in reality, who wants to constantly be mature? So many teenagers wish to be considered older. So many younger children wish to achieve older age for hopes of driving or getting a job. So many girls attempt to act like adults and wish to date "older mature men". Has the thought of "maturity" plagued our generation where we cannot decipher age and experience against maturity?
In all honesty, as we grow old we do mature and understand things more clearly, but where is our peak? Perhaps its the fact that I feel my parents and relatives are mature but not to the point it affects their lives. My father may be organized, commanding and professional due to his job but he still can joke and goof off. My mother was able to overcome a divorce, and build a new family but yet me and her relate on so many issues, its almost like she's my age.
I think the issue I'm speaking of is that so many of my friends attempt to reassure that they are mature and the real deal. Who cares? Our lives are for us. What we do affects others but ultimately, what we do is our business. Life is the only thing you'll do that matters, because it encompasses everything.
I'm not the best writer and I'm not trying to preach on a pulpit my beliefs on this subject. It's simply something I thought about yesterday. On a much happier note, I hope everyone enjoys their thanksgiving day. Us southern people eat their dinner for lunch and eat leftovers for dinner. Thus, in about 2 hours Ill be enjoying food.
In all honesty, as we grow old we do mature and understand things more clearly, but where is our peak? Perhaps its the fact that I feel my parents and relatives are mature but not to the point it affects their lives. My father may be organized, commanding and professional due to his job but he still can joke and goof off. My mother was able to overcome a divorce, and build a new family but yet me and her relate on so many issues, its almost like she's my age.
I think the issue I'm speaking of is that so many of my friends attempt to reassure that they are mature and the real deal. Who cares? Our lives are for us. What we do affects others but ultimately, what we do is our business. Life is the only thing you'll do that matters, because it encompasses everything.
I'm not the best writer and I'm not trying to preach on a pulpit my beliefs on this subject. It's simply something I thought about yesterday. On a much happier note, I hope everyone enjoys their thanksgiving day. Us southern people eat their dinner for lunch and eat leftovers for dinner. Thus, in about 2 hours Ill be enjoying food.