The choice of maturity

I have never done a blog before. I find it interesting how so many people do it. I have been curious to see what it is like.

I have been thinking a lot how in life, how much of a choice it is to learn and to grow. That learning and growing don't JUST happen all by themselves as a matter of course.  

When I was a kid, I remember thinking more than once that adults don't have any problems.  (HA! Oh just to think of it now.) That they all get along, and that they just know how to deal with things. Haha, you may laugh at how naive that sounds, but honestly that is what I thought. 

As I have aged and lived, and come upon the road of maturity almost unawares, it is intriguing to me to find that my childhood perspective was not only wrong, but grossly wrong! 

In my different journey's from here to there, and from there to here I have found to my displeasure that so many good people, good men and woman are not even that to begin with---Men and Women. For whatever reason, they have chosen not to develop themselves into a man or a woman, but have chosen to live a life of complacency, of idle indulgence, of childish fantasies and youthful whims. 

Now of course there is nothing wrong with being humble, kind, loving, and youthful in attitude and character. Many people say, "I am a kid at heart." Well I say to that, "Yes, so am I." But often, I have found that many who say those things only do in order to provide an excuse for their bad, careless, or undisciplined behavior. As if by merely stating the fact, it will make everything okay. All ill, or wrongful words and actions are now legitimized by the appeal to child like youth. I do realize this is not always the case. 

It is a sad sight indeed to see the 20, 30, 40, 50 and yes even 60+ aged people, still beholden and ruled by the High Chair of desire and impatience. Like a toddler thrashing around his pasta, and throwing it on the floor because he doesn't want it anymore. 

Life is about choices. LEARNING TO LEARN, and thereby Growing from that knowledge. 

I love kids. I want to have many of my own. But I don't love 50 year old 2 year old tantrums. No, no I don't like that at all.

There is a difference from being child like, than childish. It's simple really. It's a choice.