What is maturity? All the dictionary definitions I found for maturity said it is, “the state or quality of being fully grown or developed.” Which I immediately felt could never describe a human being because we grow until the day that we die.
I couldn’t help but revise this to “Maturity is being in control of your level of Immaturity.” Let me explain.
I remember when it had everything to do with playing nice, being proper, adhering to the norms and rules of society, and “maintaining control.”
What the hell does that mean? Maintaining control? To me those are two words that crush spontaneity and creativity before they begin to blossom.
“Maturity” has its place around the dinner table and in certain situations – but does it really? Which dinner table experiences do you remember and relish the most? The ones that were a little ridiculous, loud, and obnoxious or where everyone spoke quietly and asked polite non-intrusive questions?
Maturity is often correlated with being serious.
How mature is not being able to laugh, have a good time or unwind? If anything you’re taking years off your life maintaining all of this control! We also know that maturity is correlated with being responsible. Its not very responsible of you to do things that negatively impact your life. (haha)
Another thing that we often find maturity correlated with is age. I have to admit, I get a little upset sometimes with the way that older people treat me because they view me as immature or without worldly knowledge. Yea – that goes real far with me. Sarcasm aside, maturity has little to do with age even though it is a natural progression to grow and *mature* over the course of time. Because as we’re raised, we’re taught that as we get older we must take on more responsibility, and become more reserved and under control while adhering to social norms.
Which always gets me to think, whats more childish? – holding onto notions that we can’t have a good time AND be very serious and focused? Or letting loose and adding that unpredictability to the mix? Both are pretty childish 
So I think you see my point that maturity has nothing to do with age beyond its correlation with the natural characteristics of the majority.
I feel as though I’ve digressed because I sit at one final thought, which I had no original intention of arriving. Seems to me as a society we hold the purity and innocence of young age and immaturity in high value. We talk about days where our imaginations soared and we hadn’t been boxed in by everything else. That’s something that’s very important to us – keeping our innocence or purity.
So why do we tie ourselves down pretending we have to “grow up” and be more mature? Forget maturity, I’m concentrating on my immaturity – forever young!
