I think one of the best measures of maturity is the willingness to let loose in joy while among the more insecure whose inaccurate definition of maturity demands that childlike expression is lesser than restrained politeness.
By whose standard of measure is "adultness" and "grown-upness" determined? It seems that those things are often based on how far one has come from being free to express what's inside along with how well intentions and responses can be wrapped in a specified box. That standard makes little distinction between the suppression of joy and the suppression of displeasure because it makes suppression the main rule. Huh? Those things are so different.
I say let loose with that joy like you did back in the day when diapers were a thing of the recent past and cheerios were happy little rings of pure delight. Being a joyful manbaby without the tantrums sounds pretty good.
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God."
-Matthew 5:8
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HA! Yes. yes. yes. Amen. Preach it.
"Critics who treat 'adult' as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up."
— C.S. Lewis