On being mature
(or just simply older)
calm, expected, accepting, been there done that kind of state
You don’t express yourself to social media like you used to, because you learned most of them are not relevant, let alone detrimental
You don’t fight or escape from the pains anymore, but nibble on them instead, note sure since you know they are an inevitable part of life or they have just become familiar, or both
You are still afraid of losses, but not panicked, as you will survive anyway
The only lingering question clings on whether to keep your expectation or just let it slip away. The tug of war between the fulfillment of soul and the increasingly repeated disappointment keeps you in a frustrating headlock.
But I guess it’s all about adulthood, or life.
And as you can see, I failed that writing challenge miserably, guess life is already too tiring for another challenge.