Today’s infinate wisdom.
I chatting with the Mrs about a family soap opera. One of her sister’s marriage is breaking up and it is at least partially her own fault. Ok the break is probably mostly her fault. Blah Blah Blah.
I realize her other sister, who doesn’t have the best marriage, is mature. I’d never really thought of her that way.
Chat went like this:
She just made some dumb choices and lives with them.
She doesn’t sit around moaning about her life
Or even saying its not her fault. Or that it is. It’s just the way it is. And she deals.
I think that is the core of maturity
You realize life is like it is and you are responsible for making it as good as you can and are willing to.
You don’t let it get you down and wallow in it.
Or try to make yourself feel different via drugs
Or spending money
Maybe I’m not as mature as I think I am.
Take it for what it is worth.