Maturity is a journey, it's very lonely. You sad alone, disappoint you alone, you painfully alone, you are not alone, and you find yourself making things cheer up, patch it yourself onto the pain, his self motivate themselves to get up to go forward. Head into it like a thorn-each of us surely must also stabbed once. But when youth, the wounds would heal more easily, too, will live well full of enthusiasm, so you can get up to go forward, young was the brightest fire, wild and beautiful. And more importantly, mature-people lost the innocent, carefree, have too much cause we have to act with his life, to think the accompanying fear and worry . I like I am now, will grow when I want to mature and when I need to. And I also don't like the skylight of the maturity in the mindset of the people. Because everybody's mature their way!