Lately, I've been questioning my maturity. Being almost 18 years of age, there is no doubt I have reached physical maturity. I will never grow any taller than this and I've accepted that, begrudgingly. The question is my mind. What is the definition of matang anyway? If I had to specify when I think I became matang of mind, I would say it was probably sometime before PMR or before SPM. I become extremely focused when the exams near. But that's not matang, is it - that's just being studious at the last minute, which isn't very matang at all.
When I spoke of this with my mum, she said she has her own opinion of when I reached mental maturity. Surprisingly, it was when I was 9.
When my family packed and moved to England, my mum was nearing the final stages of her pregnancy. She was as big as a house. To add to that, we had brought from Malaysia practically everything in our house. Not only clothes but also plates and bowls, spoons and forks, even a rice cooker. Our luggage filled up two trolleys. My dad is strong but he only has so many hands. My mum was having a hard time as it was, carrying her own "luggage". My little brother might as well have been part of the luggage for all the help he was, taking a ride on the trolley. So I, 9 years old, helped push the trolley laden with our things.
The image of a little girl pushing a trolley twice her size, probably weighing more than twice her weight, must have left an impression on my mum because it wasn't the first time she has told that story, but I have no recollection of it whatsoever.
I remember our relatives seeing us off at KLIA, my grandma even shedding a tear. I remember saying goodbye to Malaysia as the plane took off and my parents thought I was going to cry. I don't quite remember the long flight. I think it was spent playing games and watching something on the small screen every passenger had. But I can still relive the joy of watching my breath fog up in front of me the moment we stepped out of the doors of Heathrow Airport. I was fascinated. We all were. And then we realised that it was unbearably freezing cold and we crouched behind a wall of trolleys hoping it would shield us from the icy wind.
I don't remember taking hold of the trolley and pushing it because there was no one else who could do it. I don't think it was something I did because I was matang. Most probably I was just excited I got to push a trolley. I'm still, only a tiny bit, excited when I get to push a trolley now. Imagine how I was when I was 9.
I wouldn't say I'm matang now. But I'm definitely not immature either. My image of a matang person is someone who is quiet and keeps things to themselves. By that I don't mean someone who keeps secrets, rather someone who doesn't tell everyone everything, only the important things. Judging from the intense urge I get to tell someone whenever anything mildly interesting happens, I am far from my ideal of matang.
Now answer honestly. Apa itu matang?
aku belum matang sepenuhnya lagi, jadi aku tak dapat nak jawab soalan kau :D
ReplyDeleteutk pengetahuan kau, family aku semua cakap kau nampak matang. matang laa dibandingkan dengan aku ;)
Nampak je matang. Kita berdua masih mentah. Masih jauh dari matang. Tapi bagi aku kau lebih matang daripada aku.
DeleteKau takde imej ke - yang bagi kau orang matang macam ni? Macam aku, aku rasakan orang yang tak banyak bercakap itu matang. Dan oleh sebab aku ni banyak bercakap, aku belum matang lagi :P
yang aku matang dari kau tu, serius tak. haha
Deletewalaupun kau banyak cakap, tapi cara kau bercakap tu menampakkan yg kau ni matang.
aku suka cara kau bercerita, nampak penuh bersemangat dan comel ^^
I guess we all have our opinions.
DeleteAku bercakap. Matang. Aku bercerita. Kurang matang. Tu macam cancel je. =.=