I used to think one day I’d wake up mature, like how September becomes October the second we reach midnight. And on that day all my decisions would be mature decisions, and my aspirations would be mature aspirations, and that it all somehow correlated with how quickly I was able to grow facial hair.
So it is with great confusion and sadness that I report to you my findings. Maturity is more or less a myth. It’s an impossible standard that we fall short of living up to on nearly every conceivable level. It isn’t the absence of hurt and bewilderment that we were promised, but the learned ability not to acknowledge it. It’s knowing that you were often wrong, wrong, wrong. It’s realizing that sadness is not a ditch that you pad with lessons and truth, but a whirlpool that will suck you to the bottom of the sea if you don’t at least swim.
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