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Emotional maturity is a state few of us ever reach - or at least not for very long. But it may help
us to try to lay out what some of the ingredients are so that we have an idea what we might aim for:
If we were to grow into emotionally mature people, this is some of what
we would have learnt how to be: - We would strive to understand
the specific ways in which our childhoods had made us crazy. We would accept that
most of what we are is shaped by relatively small events that unfold before we are ten.
We would find a good therapist. - We would notice the patterns.
Perhaps we wouldn't need to keep trying to impress older figures of authority;
or to fall in love with distant people who were involved with someone else. We would acquire a
(low-resolution) map of our neuroses. - There would be a little more delay
between feeling something and having to act on it. We might even at times
simply observe a feeling and do nothing. - We could bear to listen. We would no longer cut
across and say, ‘That reminds me of something…’ just as another person started to share their
story. We would soothe our own wounded egos into silence, look warmly into their eyes and say,
‘Tell me more, this sounds so interesting…’ - Fewer people would strike us as being
either very good or very bad; we would sense the struggle in everyone to keep afloat. We
would judge that we were all a mixture of the good-hearted and the egoistic. We
would have less of an impulse to stone wrongdoers. - We would take measures to stay pessimistic about
how things turn out; we would remind ourselves on an hourly basis that all relationships are riven
with pain, all business ventures are maddening, and all families are demented. We wouldn't feel
so persecuted; this is how things universally are (it's just that other people carefully omit to
speak about it). We would get less hopeful and - therefore - less bitter and less furious. Of
course, things are often slightly disastrous, of course, we have made some terrible mistakes, of
course, we have been betrayed and treated badly. It would all feel eminently and supremely normal.
- We would cease lamenting our wrong turns: we probably did marry the wrong person; we almost
certainly did choose the wrong career. Probably we are living in the wrong country (and definitely
the wrong house). We invested in useless things. We befriended unworthy sorts, we made awful errors
bringing up our children, we neglected our health. We would be starting to get it right if we lived
to a 1,000 or could do half a dozen practice runs. - We would realise that there is no manual on
how to live. Everyone is making it up as they go along. No one is normal,
and no one understands more than bit of anything. - We would marvel at the passage of the years.
Growing old: what a strange thing to happen to a little boy or girl.
- We would have been through a sufficient number of summers and winters to know that things do
pass, eventually. What looks at one time like a mountain will - over the years - be worn down to
a pebble. Some of our greatest losses wouldn't even register anymore. What we are weeping about
today may make no sense a while from now. They say you'll get over it - and you will.
- We would laugh more richly because we had capitulated to the darkest truths.
This is some of what we might think and feel if we ever became those paragons
of true intelligence: emotionally mature people.