journey

The blue bonnets on our Texas highways are now a fading glory. But I do not mourn their passing, for next Spring, there they’ll be again.

And so it is with all of life.

Maturity is the growing awareness that you are neither wonderful nor hopeless. It has been said it’s the making of a place between “what is” and “what might be.”

It isn’t a destination. It is a road. Maturity is knowing that no matter where you go, there you are.

It is the moment when you wake up after some grief or staggering blow and think, “I’m going to live after all.”

It is the moment when you find out that something you have long believed in isn’t so, and parting with the old conviction, find that you’re still you; the moment you do the thing you’ve always been afraid of; the moment you realize you are forever alone, but so is everyone else, and so, in some way, you are more together than ever; and a hundred other moments when you find out who you are.

It is letting life happen, in its own good order, and making the most of what there is.