Maturity

It carries us all on the swift tide of truth, launching us through life on a dime, spinning us further away from youth. To experience it is a pantomime, a never-ending trip through the deep; some call it a crime. It forces us to take a leap down mountains sheer and places full of boldness and virtue and other things that don’t come cheap. It can beat our senses dull, but it leads us on to take the heart-transforming fall. It jolts us clear awake, whacks us on the head, reminding us we are but drifting snowflakes. Once upon a time we fled and tried in vain to avoid this trip, we stopped trying when we found we’d end up dead. Sure, we’re guaranteed to make a slip, maybe even two or three, but without them, there is no beauty in the trip. This is where we’re meant to be, taking the helm and flying strong, not forgetting to fall to our knees. This trek is weary; this journey’s long and no times can match when we were young. But now we form new bonds to attach, living truly free, and unlock the love of life beyond the stone-cold latch.