Maybe it's because I'm not quite mature yet. I like sweets, I'm afraid of too bitter, I choose easy ways, and olives seem to me some kind of symbol of adult courage, which I haven't grown up to yet 😅. When someone tries them with the air of a knowledgeable person, I feel like I'm on another level of life, and I'm still at the stage of "let's just have ice cream."

And it's funny, but there is some truth in it. Loving olives is not about food, it's about the willingness to accept the taste of life with all its nuances: bitter, sour, unexpected. For now, I'm looking for sweetness, even if it means avoiding complex flavors 🍨.

Sometimes I think that life is too quick to make "mature" demands on us: to love certain things, to be serious, to make scary choices. But I want to wait a little. I want to eat ice cream for dinner, drink vanilla tea, and think that one day I might like olives.

For now, I watch others enthusiastically putting olives on their forks, and I understand: this is not a judgment, it's just a small reminder that everyone matures at their own pace. And I'm in no hurry 🌿.

Sometimes maturity comes with loving flavors, and sometimes with understanding that you can also just enjoy what you like right now. And that's okay too.

Maru