There is no such thing as maturity. There is instead an ever-evolving process of maturing. Because when there is a maturity, there is a conclusion and a cessation. Thats the end. Thats when the coffin is closed. You might be deteriorating physically in the long process of aging, but your personal process of daily discovery is ongoing. You continue to learn more and more about yourself every day.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
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Many people think in terms of either/or: either you're nice or you're tough. win-win requires that you be both. it is a balancing act between courage and consideration. to go for win-win, you not only have to be empathic, but you also have to be confident. you not only have to be considerate and sensitive, you also have to be brave. to do that-to achieve that balance between courage and consideration-is the essence of real maturity and is fundamental to win-win.
Of all the intellectual faculties, judgment is the last to mature. A child under the age of fifteen should confine its attention either to subjects like mathematics, in which errors of judgment are impossible, or to subjects in which they are not very dangerous, like languages, natural science, history, etc.
When even the brightest mind in our world has been trained up from childhood in a superstition of any kind, it will never be possible for that mind, in its maturity, to examine sincerely, dispassionately, and conscientiously any evidence or any circumstance which shall seem to cast a doubt upon the validity of that superstition. I doubt if i could do it myself.
I find no change of consequence in grown people, i do not miss the dead. It does not surprise me to hear that this friend or that friend died at such and such a time, because i fully expected that sort of news. But somehow i had made no calculation on the infants. It never occurred to me that infants grow up...These unexpected changes, from infancy to youth, and from youth to maturity, are by far the most startling things i meet with.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.