William Shakespeare

que es madurar?

To mature, or not to mature, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous youth, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by maturing end them. To mature, to grow up- perchance to learn: ay, there's the rub. For in that state of maturity what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off the naivety of youth, must give us pause. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the laws delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after maturity, the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus maturity does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action. So it is with maturity- it is the great equalizer, the harsh master that forces us to confront our own mortality and the meaning of our existence. It is a slow and painful process, but one that ultimately leads to wisdom and understanding. And so, my friends, let us embrace maturity with open arms and face the challenges it presents with courage and grace, for in the end, it is what truly defines us as human beings.