As we are young we question many things and take many risks. Under the proper guidance of our parents or caregivers we learn to navigate around the dangers. But, when do we lose our energy for personal creative growth? Many times, some may choose to take drugs, drink or other activities that deviate from their fear of their own personal creative self. (While there are many people who do not need those reasons, they just do the self-destructive patterns without the creative nature, I am speaking of those who do take the creative risks.) Depression, fear, and self-doubt are constantly on the horizon. So, what can we do to explore our youthful creative self without losing our own grasp on reality that hits us in the face every turn we make? Well, the answer cannot be found through escapism. Nor is it found through giving in to the ideas that force us to believe in whatever is the norm. The goal is to do what we need to do balanced with what we feel is right within our self. It's like eating the right foods but preparing them the way you would like to eat them. Eating the food that is healthy, even with some cheese, is better than not having it at all, or even eating some of the diet foods that have all the preservatives. Yes. this is a food analogy. Am I hungry? Maybe. Here's a good recipe that shows that balance. Vegetable Bean Medley. Now back to the point. The point is that balance takes time, risk and is overall more rewarding than the other two options. A business man who can wear the suit when needed, but can also go wild with his creative self when he can is better than being a suit or a straight wild person without any direction. Structured chaos is what it's always about. Balance. Then, we can still hold onto the youthful ideas and be a grown up too.Take this poem by William Wordsworth. Also, below are poems by Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge who both discuss these ideas through their poetry.
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.