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

Today I feel this more than ever before. There are many aspects of life where I see my constant growth and development and others that remain dormant and utterly immature. I wish to grow impartially.