We grew up, maybe

Then, years go by, like the days in another world.
And some still love and others still hate.
But the memories survive,
And we all grew up,
And we all didn't.

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. "- Anais Nin

"Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional." -Chili Davis

"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."

- Abraham Lincoln