Someone asked me this morning in Formspring,
"What would you understand by the word 'mature'?"
That's definitely an eye-opener (since I've been waking up late lately hehe); and so I answered him;
"Anything worthy that makes a man. When you're aware that the world doesn't revolve around you, and be able to sort out judgments. I guess."
Looking back at it, it IS that crisp and easy. I'm not one who believes maturity comes only with age, even if it does help. I'm not sure if I'm mature enough myself, there's lots of things about me I haven't yet discovered. It comes naturally, I guess. You're ready when you're ready. But let's not make excuses, shall we? Like many other things, there's a part of it we can control. There's a few things I'd like to do now, though. Take life one step at a time. Enjoy the little things. The ideal idea of maturity; the mocked composure, the controlled steps? Screw them. Trust me, there are times when you just have to walk into puddles and trashes in pretty pink dresses. Who told you life will keep you happy? It won't baby, it won't. That's the reason why it's such a beauty. You wouldn't find 'happy' in the vocabulary list of a good traveler's dictionary. No matter what you religion is, or your beliefs, or your faith; trust me on this - life's a make believe persona. Birth is never the beginning, and death is not an ending. And I'm a young, humbled traveler; ready to take it all in.
And yet, I'm so absorbed in my preparation for final IB exam. It's nothing more than a tiny little pebble (the one if I am to be tripped, will certainly trample my right leg and make my travel much more interesting).