Did you ever try to share something that impresses you very much with someone who impresses you very much, only to receive an impressive lack of appreciation? -Haruki Murakami-
Surprisingly enough, I've done that nurmerous times. People at the "mental age" of 25 and beyond just don't get excited easily anymore.
Happiness becomes a luxury.
I remember a couple years ago, there was a japanese website which does one of those psy-tests and tells one their mental age.
I was 21 or 22, and my mental age was 15... After going through the same test, my ex-gf, who was a little older than me, got the mental age of 30 or something. GOD, SHE'S OLD! Mentally.
Of course, I'm not saying the test is accurate. Yet, I remembered I was proud of myself for being mentally younger than she. If I'd do the test again, I wonder how old I am right now. At the age of 25, how many years have I grown? Am I still a teenager by heart? Did happiness becomes a luxury for me as well?
Anyways, who cares? Life is a process.
And it's processing.
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Going to do some serious study today. And the keyword here is "serious". NICE!
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