Define Me

How do you define maturity?

A soul told me, it is how you react in times or during a stressful situation.  As I checked in Google, I clicked Wikipedia and here’s the link.

So, I guess, that soul was right after all.  Okay, so, here’s the real thing why I am writing my thoughts about maturity.  All the words here are completely mine and I am the only person to blame just in case you reader/s won’t agree with me.  I am not asking you, dear reader/s to be mature enough in handling this, okay? Thank you.

Well, that night of discussion about ‘maturity’ made a mark in my brain.  And the manifestation, well, here it is.  I wanted so bad to argue and defend my side, but I know I won’t win.  Possible that I’ll have a chance to get even somehow, but I opted not to prolong the conversation (or argument).  Between the two of us, you could always give him the credit for always being so right.  To be frank, I am getting sick of it sometimes, I mean lately I can’t help but notice that our bantering keeps getting better and better and I opted to keep silent instead.  Read: I opted to be silent because I am learning the art of having an open mind, especially when I have those talks with him. 

In memory of a great author.  She lived a good life and touched lots of souls in this world.

Yes, he told me I haven’t matured.  He said it right after telling him a story about me being one of the players in the ‘patintero’ way back in grade school.  It was completely out of nowhere when he told me that.   What a blow in my face, right?  I was just mum about it, though I reacted a little because his basis was just between one of our colleagues and me.  And yes, it was unfair on my part because what he sees are only the fractions of who I am and what I want him to perceive about me.  Or something like that.

For sure he would ask, what is the purpose of writing these and defending myself in this blog…well, like what I told him before, I am not good in expressing my notions face to face, because I get so emotional and that distracts my thoughts all the time.  Okay, so what’s the point of this?  Maybe I just want to make a stand and let some people know that I am not that immature.  Yes, I want him to at least realize that I can manage myself and emotions in the most crucial times.

There are critical situations in a life of a person that other people may not know.  It is in desperate circumstances that a person manages to overcome that defines him/her.  The whole world may not witness it, but what matters is how you come through despite the external factors that continue to break you.  Our society may have a lot to say that could challenge your inner being, but what important is the core in you.  Those values that you instill and hold on to are very important during these unexpected conditions that confront you.  

Yeah, Right!

I realized through time, that yes, you measure the maturity of a person during those trying moments, but that should not just be the sole basis….you have to know the depth of that maturity a person holds.  There might be people who would say I am immature.  Well, okay then, that is your opinion or that is how you perceive me.  But who are you anyway to say that, wherein what you only see is the façade of who I am.  

I’ve been through a lot and the reason why I remain standing up to now is the grown-up person in me (it’s in me, somewhere, I swear!) who knows how to laugh in times of despair.  I am not perfect, but I know what perfection means.  I may not be confident enough to show my strength, but I know how to survive in this dog-eat-dog-world we have.  I may not be the right person to hold a conversation with because on some topics I am clueless, but I know what life means and how to live it one day at a time.  I may not be the ideal friend to have, but I surely know how to keep one.  

And when I decide to befriend someone, I’ll make sure our friendship survives hopefully for a lifetime.