Maturity

As children we explore, experience and feel as much as humanly possible. It seems our predecessors' job to keep us from exhausting life’s mysteries by shielding us from its greatest pleasures, pains and mistakes; since maturity is when we’ve reached the limit of those experiences and are left with the responsibility of surpassing our carnal natures to fill our world with who we are. Not who we’ve become, but who we’ve discovered we’ve been all along; beneath the rubble, beneath the tests of time itself, amongst the distractions of the physical from ourselves. Consciousness is the embryonic fluid that sustains us from our first glimpse of the world to the moment of epiphany that it never ends