Maturity

It doesn’t always come with age; in fact, it’s deeper than age.
It’s about the way you see and understand things, the way you consider others, the way you communicate, and the way you react.
Sometimes, you have to suffer in life—not because you were bad, but because you didn’t realize where to stop being good.

Don’t depend too much on anyone in this world because even your own shadow leaves you when you’re in darkness.

Maturity is when you stop asking, "Why don’t you call me? Why don’t you text me anymore?" You just notice the change and accept it. No drama. No fight.
You simply walk away with a smile. :)

NOTE TO SELF: Sometimes, you just need to learn to walk through the pain, then rise above it. Don’t let it get to you.
Sometimes, the person you think they’d be isn’t the actual person they are. And that’s how it breaks you. So don’t expect.
More importantly, don’t put yourself in a situation you know will hurt you.

Don’t let those experiences embitter you. Grow beyond them.
Learn from them. Smile, and move forward. Life is still beautiful when you don’t focus on those ugly experiences.

Maturity hits so hard that...
Quotes can make us cry, but cartoons still manage to make us smile.

Yours,
S🦋

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