When will I grow up? 15. When will I grow up?

Slowly you will grow up. As you grow older, experience increases, and life experiences accumulate, you become mature. Don't deliberately change yourself, appearance is secondary, as long as you carry forward your strengths, gradually change your shortcomings, be positive, persevere, your current troubles will leave you.

Start with how you talk and behave, and how you dress. I've just passed my 20th birthday, try to wear some mature clothes but don't lose fashion, I suggest you read a magazine "Urban Beauty", I think you will find the answer, than you have to buy the clothes that match it (because the clothes introduced there are so expensive) just look at the feeling.

The growth and maturity of people is not achieved overnight, and after the polishing of time and the experience of the years, people will slowly move towards maturity. Don't feel inferior to your height, don't people say that "concentration is the essence", and the greatness of a person's personality has nothing to do with height.

I think you'll really grow up when you stop asking questions like "when will I grow up?"

Whether you grow up or not has a lot to do with your own mentality. If you always feel that you are always a child, no matter what kind of experience you have, what kind of experience you have, and when you face many problems, you will still behave very childishly. And a change in mindset is something that needs to be excessive.

Looking at your question, it looks like you're going to advertise for a marriage. Give full play to your talents, and when the time comes, if you want to leave, others will keep you and give you a raise. As for appearance, just put on a mature makeup!

It depends on your mental age Take out the temperament of a mature person!

I'm 21 years old, and I'm only meters tall. Isn't it worse than you?

If you want to open a little, there are more people in the world who are not as good as you!

How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?

The mind must be honed in order to present the most beautiful you.

Was it when I was a teenager and I was troubled, I sat quietly in my room and watched the Water Margin for an afternoon, and it began?

It started when I wanted to study hard and get a good job at a good university?

Or did it start when I decided to study abroad at a great cost to pursue my dreams?

Or did it start when I was eager to find a career that I loved and wanted to do for the rest of my life?

When did I start growing up?

Did it start when I plucked my mother's gray hair one by one, until I saw a large patch of gray hair and I couldn't hold back my tears anymore?

Did it start when I knew that the teachings and knowledge that my father had taught me no longer applied to the circle in which I lived?

Did it start when I was alone in a foreign country and thought that my parents were still working hard and busy, and I couldn't help but cry and feel distressed?

Or did it start when I made up my mind to give my parents a better life so they could enjoy it?

When did I start growing up?

Did it start when I had a crush on a simple tablemate in high school, and I was excited about her, excited about her, and sad for her?

Is it from the time when she vowed to become a better person and give her a bright future to become her hero after being with her first love in college?

Did it start when I broke up with my lover I once loved and tossed and turned in the middle of the night to drink to kill my sorrows?

Or is it from the time when I am accustomed to being a person who reads and writes and travels, and when a person hides all his regrets and sorrows, and faces life with a smile?

I grew up, maybe a moment ago, and when I realized that I had walked alone for a long, long time, far, far. I've grown up, how I used to want to grow up, and now, how afraid I am of growing up.

How many times have I returned to my teenage years in my dreams, innocent smiling, playing tirelessly with my friends in the summer, sweating and exerting my energy, until my mother called us home for dinner, only reluctantly separated, at home and my family around the table eating and watching TV, the day passed.

At the beginning, those precious bits and pieces seemed to have happened many years ago, and I could no longer have a strong feeling to tell myself and prove to myself that I had been so lively, so happy, and so brave.

I began to understand that I grew up to become the current me because of the memories of the past, whether big or small, earth-shattering, or quiet, all of which left an imprint on my life and accompanied me to face people to stop Jian Sheng.

I don't have to be obsessed with those lost memories, those youth that can't be returned, those departed people, those old backs, they have always lived in my heart, when I am lonely, when I am in pain, they have given me companionship and strength, supported me to this day, and met me now.

I grew up. What about when I grew up? Probably now, from the time I told myself that everything would pass and everything would come again, forever, I had really grown up.