To be young and princely, yet wild like a peacock is the way to live life. Youthful debachery, if you will. When you look back at the pictures you've taken with your minds camera, what kind of images do you wish to see?
Why is it necessary to make a difference
between youthful debachery and adult debachery? Well, the way in
which people percieve the two are completely different. Many people
percieve adult debachery as a crime, while percieving youthful
debachery as a mental illness.
I'm writing this post in favor of both.
For the adult, many people think that sophistication and debachery
are contradictory, but I certainly think they can, and they MUST
coexist; a little bit of debachery is necessary for sanity. Why?
Because it is simply human. Believe it or not, human beings are
animals, too; we must, at least from time to time, be able to let out
our inner wild.
When it comes to children, however, we
seem to constantly be repressing their innate and instinctual need to
act and run about wildly. To be wild is part of their evolution, and
to medicate their wild is insanity. You must let them run about;
tying their underwear over their heads and leap over one another
while shouting, “the British are coming, the British are coming!”
The best part of being a child is being rambunctions. As well, the
best part of being an adult should be the same; to be rambunctious;
this aliveness should never die! It is a huge part of our nature.
The best times in my life (throughout
my childhood, adolescence, and adulthood), have been the times that I
have played like a wild child. Taking my clothes off, running through
the meadows with a cape, holding hands and singing songs, swinging
from the veins and climbing the trees, sprinting down the beach and
chasing the waves. . . These moments are what life is made of; let us
not deprive our adult selves, and especially not our children, of
this magic!
