Feeling the minute changes in ourselves at one end and being uncomfortable with it at the other end;
Applying resilience on the mind after pounding, pummeling and bombarding it with inane thoughts at one end and realizing that so far what made us good may or may not be able to do so in future at the other end;
Never culminating, never continuing;
Never questioning and never answering;
At the end, never even living;
If this is what the maturity is all about then I want to be immature once again.
I want to be a toddler who never cared about dust;
I want to be a young who never had known the venery;
I want to be an adolescent who indulged in grabbing attention with ardent love;
I want to be educated once again and be immensely pompous for knowing what all or some of us knew already;
And finally, I want to be a mature adult to realize how immature I was to do all of them.