Love Someday.

2005

For the longest time after what had happened in the last one and a half year, she decided to go out in a serene place by herself. It was the first time she did that, no friends to chat with, and no family to talk to, just her alone. The cool atmosphere blended the thoughts she was thinking. ‘How on earth did I ever betray my parents, my family?’ It was a realization indeed that what had happened in the past couple of months was, as they say, immaturity. She ran away from home. She was blinded by love.

‘Im 18. They shouldn’t dictate me what to do.’ As she always tells herself. And at that time, reality set in. She knew she was wrong but her pride refused to admit it.

What is maturity?

Maturity is the ability to control anger and settle differences without violence or destruction.
Maturity is patience. It is the willingness to pass up immediate pleasure in favor of the long-term gain. Maturity is perseverance, the ability to sweat out a project or a situation in spite of heavy opposition and discouraging set-backs. Maturity is the capacity to face unpleasantness and frustration, discomfort and defeat, without complaint or collapse.

Maturity is humility. It is being big enough to say, "I was wrong." And, when right, the mature person need not experience the satisfaction of saying, "I told you so."

Maturity means dependability, keeping one's word, coming through in a crisis. The immature are masters of the alibi. They are the confused and the disorganized. Their lives are a maze of broken promises, former friends, unfinished business, and good intentions that somehow never materialize.