Fall seemed to come overnight and all the leaves are orange, red and yellow now. Atlanta weather is so fickle. So freakin fickle. Maybe that's why all the women are fickle. One day it's a warm 72 and the next day it's 45 and raining. I look at the trees changing colors and it's like a reminder of how transformation is a part of our existence. As I get older, I can't help but feel the responsibilities piling up, the stress that every day brings to the table. And I find myself formulating an escape. My very own Wonderland. I want to jump and fall into the dark abyss and get lost in a world that is incomparable to my own...where things are unorthodox and may seem crazy to the untrained-Wonderlandoutlandish eye.
Does this feeling of wanting to run away make me childish and maybe even selfish? French philosopher, Henri Bergson, once said, "To exist is to change, to change is to mature, and to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly." In my opinion, maturity is so often perceived incorrectly. Maturity isn't about being boring, self-righteous, owning a house, drinking wine with a pinky sticking out, or never going out on weekends. To me, it is the ability to put others before yourself. Maturity is laughing at yourself and knowing when to be immature. It is being open-minded enough to put your own objectives aside and to listen, humbly. Maturity is a state of mind and has nothing to do with age. And most importantly, it's about being able to recreate yourself and opening yourself to re-enlightenment and variety and experience.
Yeah, i realize running away from life's problems is actually IM-mature. But i find that as long as i get done what i need to get done, as long as i am a good daughter, sister, friend, and student of the world, i can have my sprinkles cupcake and eat it, too. Because what i do will prepare me. Where i go will sculpt me. The people i meet will teach me.
Yeah, i realize running away from life's problems is actually IM-mature. But i find that as long as i get done what i need to get done, as long as i am a good daughter, sister, friend, and student of the world, i can have my sprinkles cupcake and eat it, too. Because what i do will prepare me. Where i go will sculpt me. The people i meet will teach me.
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