The Way The World Works

Me and my friends have been discussing the ideas of maturity lately, and those delusions of grandeur that come with youth.

Being a certain age and being surrounded by a lot of different people, I see a lot of people who think they understand the way the world works, or just that they think they know everything, and for the most part, I think this is a common trait amongst out generation, or just being twenty years old. You’re looking for meaning in things, or trying to make sense because the truth of it is, or at least it is for me, being twenty is scary. I’m going into my final year of university soon and after that it’s go out and get a job and “follow your dream”. This is fine if you want to be an accountant, or teacher, or something that offers a plan. I want to be a writer, and so the instability of that job means an uncertainty in my life for a long time.

But, back on track, people around me who act more ‘mature’ than they should are often the ones who appear most immature in my eyes, because there is also a misunderstanding there. The most mature thing a person can accept, in my opinion, is the acceptance that life is hard and you’re going to have to do things you don’t want to do, so you might as well get on with them. Does anyone really want to clean, pay taxes, or hold down a job they hate?

But, the more I talk about this subject, the more I find out that this isn’t necessarily limited to people of my age group. Many more mature people also either think they have a complete grasp on the world, or fully admit they don’t have a handle on things. Which prompts a question:

When it comes to understanding the world; is the acceptance of ignorance mature?

Again, this is one of those things in which I discuss it as a topic parallel from myself, but once more the truth is I do the same. The very notion that I’m trying to write a blog on the way the world works goes against everything I’m saying, right? But, this is my way of coping. This is my way of understanding that in my little room, on my tiny street in the smallest more insignificant part of the world, I have a grasp on things. Which I don’t. But I need to think that. So, I’m guessing we all do. Right?