How does one become sophisticated? Do you learn it? Can it only be absorbed as a child? I know it is not like maturity. Maturity is attained through hard lessons and loss of innocence. You are mature when you can make decisions that are considered good but you hate to make.
I wonder what the loss of innocence will bring. I have my mature moments but in many ways I am still innocent. It makes me think of the essence of your soul being sucked out by the vacuum we call life. It makes me think of a blurb I wrote for class:
“That funny boy with the long, thin face and blue eyes that are somewhat standoffish. He likes to be edgy or is it racy? Scandalous. Yet he seems distant and lonely, opting to keep people at arms length. Maybe I perceive that from reading him. He seems mature, or is that just time wearing him down? Do we mature or just get worn down to a point that changes us? Only to be brought to another point where any change is beyond us? I forget his name; it is always changes: a chameleon in letters. I should just use his one, but that is too revealing. He seems sweet, with his smile and face of stubble.”
Innocence is the water that fills the well of our being. As we age it dries out from use and spills as we stumble. It seeps through the cracks and into the ground until we are empty. All that remains is the subdued heart and the crowded mind, still wet from childhood.
