People run out of words, and they run out of thoughts. You just empty out every last bit of thought you have processed and curated so far, and you can tell no more. Then there is silence and you germinate new thoughts, to be sent out again and feel elated at your own new harvest. And with every new harvest, you become one step more mature, more sensible and one step calmer than before. Maturity does not come with age for sure, it comes with a growth you are having inside, along with the battle of your values and with the ensuing peace...