What is maturity?
That's a question that I always asked myself... and I've always had a mark in my mind, set in place by my parents. Whenever they felt like threatening me with what's to come, they said that "Don't worry, son, you'll one day be knee deep in baby shit that you'll need to clean, and all these problems that worry you right now won't matter".
Indeed, to not be grossed out by shit that doesn't belong to you, that you have to clean up, and not feeling bothered by it at all... That's maturity.
I'm 22 years old now, and I still feel like somewhat of a child. I still play Eve Online and also sometimes Left 4 Dead... But I've felt maturity take a hold of me sometimes.
If there's one thing that I feel maturity through, it's the numbness of my fingers. The power to get over bad things, the power to take suffering, and feel it, but still go on.
I probably have no idea what I'm talking about... But I'm feeling the baby shit fear fade away more and more, who knows, I might one day be ready...
