Because I don’t think I know what maturity is. I know immaturity, but to grow out of it into maturity baffles me.
Maturity means…
‘You’re old enough to know better, but young enough to do it anyways.’
Doing what is best for you instead of only what you want to do.
And when you don’t know what’s best?
As several experts have agreed since Abe Maslow (I think) first stated it about 60 years ago, “the ability to tolerate ambiguity and irresolvable conflict.” Because, ya know, some conflicts just can’t be resolved.
I think this could also be explained as the ability to just walk away from the drama, from the game (of the moment), as well as The Game. (I won the game a bunch of times. I lost the game a bunch of times. So what?)
Things are too screwed up with the thought broadcasters to really put this any other way – 1. still able to support yourself, let most of it roll off and still enjoy yourself some of the time. 2. Can accept any kind of compromise that keeps thing running for all involved. Do the best we can to not whine through all of it. 3. Reality check is hard.
Gosh – is hard with the youngers – they throw a fit like they think they don’t have to hear it while the females in the community are tortured sometimes to get whatever desired. I hate all the lies used to exploit the poor masses into squabbling…I’ve lived in some situations that were unbearable due to landlords tolerating nutty people or town had predators/dirty cops. City runs better if you stay out of poorest areas.
Middle age men – total 180 degree psychopath if he hears anything, will screw over his own Mother.
Confused Christian - Where have we heard ‘They don’t know what they do?’ Some of these wouldn’t know, just space cadet with a new mission…If you only knew…
Doing what is right, because it is the right thing to do, rather than what is easy, or because we want to.
I think this poem is a good one.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
I am only too mature … What is a good definition of young at heart?