[Dear viewers, this is an anecdote entirely formed by my friend, my brother, Ram Pandya. This is an anecdote posted on his behalf and he is the credit holder. Enjoy reading!]
MATURITY-If you Google the meaning of this simple eight letter word, it would show- “a state of being fully developed physically.” But give a thought about it, does this meaning satisfy the word “maturity” only by the virtue of physical growth? The question is modestly rhetorical. Maturity cannot be only defined on the basis of a person’s physical growth. It’s a jointure of physical as well as mental growth of a person. There’s a popular saying which goes like this- “growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional”. People often grow up physically, but they tend to abstain their mind from adapting the mature mental changes.
MATURITY-If you Google the meaning of this simple eight letter word, it would show- “a state of being fully developed physically.” But give a thought about it, does this meaning satisfy the word “maturity” only by the virtue of physical growth? The question is modestly rhetorical. Maturity cannot be only defined on the basis of a person’s physical growth. It’s a jointure of physical as well as mental growth of a person. There’s a popular saying which goes like this- “growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional”. People often grow up physically, but they tend to abstain their mind from adapting the mature mental changes.
Exactly that was the scenario with Ritu. Ritu was a happy go lucky
sweet charming girl in her mid teens. AH! The sweet sixteen!! She was a girl
who could charm anyone with her cheerful smile. Even an angry person would melt
like an ice-cream seeing her cheerful attitude towards life. She had everything
in her life, bright in academics, aspirations of becoming a doctor, loyal and
lovely friends, caring parents. But Ritu’s perception towards her life was
rather unripe. She used to take things for granted. Although having being
bright and promising in academics, she wasn’t too keen in achieving her goals.
She used to have a lot of distractions. Apart from this she always thought that
her parents over-caring behavior and certain restrictions on her were
curtailing her from being independent. She always used to complain about this.
Gradually she started to develop a feeling of hatred towards her parents.
Although her parents tried to perceive her with love and affection, she didn’t give
heed to them. She always argued with everyone. She felt that everyone except
her was wrong. Her friends comprehended her number of times that she should
stop behaving in such a childish manner. But least she cared of.
Maturity is an extremely subtle characteristic. It’s not about saying
big things, it’s about understanding small things. Scars fade with time. And
the ones that never go away, well, they build character, maturity, caution.
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