The fruit from the forbidden tree

I've always thought that maturity is something that one will face as they come to an age. As for me, I thought I would reach it in my twenties.

Well, I don't know how much I've achieved, I definitely knows that I've learned a lot, but my maturity is not for me to judge. I mean, anyone can come to me and tell me if I act my age and so on, but would it be valid enough to measure my 'maturity'? I haven't got a clue for that one.

Maybe maturity is overrated. I mean, what does it really mean by being mature? and as what I've learned from my gender studies about postmodernism and poststructuralism, what is true for others might not be true for myself and likewise. Citing from Wikipedia on postmodernism, "there is no absolute truth and the way in which different people perceive the world is subjective" (Wikipedia, 2011).

So, when one tells you something about you, others might have different opinions. Some people may say, 'you're mature', while for others you're a mere child trapped in an aging body.

As for me, I try to follow the flow. I learn what is alright to others and what is the BIG no. It's not easy but if you're looking for the sense of approval, that is probably the right thing to do. And often, my decision is much influenced by my family, Polar Bear, and friends. Well, if indecisiveness is a gauge to measure maturity, I'll never reach 'adulthood'. This trait of mine always put me into trouble. Indecisiveness + Impulsiveness = a big combo that leads to downfall.

If you don't understand anything from this post, don't be sorry. Because it scarcely makes sense to me as well.

And I think, I'm being a child again.

To Polar Bear, I'm sorry.

-Miss B-