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Tuesday, March 23, 2010 { 7:47 AM }

Originally posted this on tumble but I didn't wanna spam people with personal thoughts but ahyways my tumblr add is the same as blogger except it says tumblr.com behind. Here goes...

Ive been doing quite a bit of thikibg lately after daddy talked to me about my results. Maturity of thought. I always thought that it didn't necessarily come with age or time, but I guess I came to realize that at this age we're still fIguring ourselves out. So I can't really say "I understand, I can relate to you cause ive been through that.." cause in actual fact Im jUst going through the same thing. If I don't understand nyself, I believe I have no right to say I unDerstand you! Just a rAndom thought cause I've been putting a fair amunt of thought into what im doig with my life, whether i'm ready for a relationship or whether at this age bgrs serve as mere temptations and distractions. And whether I really understand myself. I mean who am I, really? And who are you exactly? So who am I, precisely, to judge or criticize you when you're just figuring yourself out too? I mean really , no emo shit, we're all still figuring ourselves out and trying to sort out our priorities. Whether you're sixteen or eighteen, we're all still in the process of getting to know how the reality of situations, how the real world works. When we were young our loves revolved around our parents. They meant the world to us and to us whatever mom and dad said was right. You wouldn't correct them or tell them "its your fault" cause to you as a child parents never make mistakes. But now as we grow up we come to realize that our parents aren't perfect, they're wrong and thy have flaws, and that's why we learn to talk back. We also start to realize that there's so much more to the world than what we see on thhe surface. There's so much depth in a person, be it good or bad. And all these changes just become too much to handle. I guess that's pretty much when we start to gain our own insights, perceptions, views and opinion on things that actually matter to us, and not what is important to just our parents. That includes relationships friends and judging people. With so much to take in and absorb it's no wonder we explode, throw tantrums, show our attitudes.. And parents often ask us "you're a grown up person now. Why can't you be more organized?" but how can we,really. It truly does take time. And is it because puberty has ended that we are considered mature adults? As a matter of fact, no. It's really cause what we have learnt to do; is adapt and accept these conditions we live in and hence we are able to take in more at a faster speed and handle situations better. And this, my friends, is maturity.