I always thought I was immature, and I hated myself for it.
But the entire humanity does it, and does it often.
We all want things at times.
We all want things so bad at times that we fight for them.
We want them so bad that we die for them.
But then we realize, if we are wise, we were no different than kids on tantrums, demanding what we did not need.
Individuality is one of those.
We wanted it so bad, we tore all common threads connecting us to each other.
Now we long for common values more than ever.
But since we got rid of all public interests, our private interests are showcasing on public stage.
Even our loneliness is on public display.
Even our most intimate moments are appreciated proportional to the number of views or likes they get.
We yearn for acknowledgment so much, that we are uncertain whether we experience things, unless they are seen and liked.
I thought I was immature, and I hated myself for it.
But the entire humanity does it, and does it often.