She was never a 'wild child'. She generally abided by the rules, unless she thought them to be unfair. She of course was the judge of that. A musical rhythm would lash out and whisk her limbs and muscles away until they could hardly be controlled.
There was not much thought given before an action was taken. She did without the burden of worry over a possible unsatisfactory outcome. That is not to say that she was indifferent. On the contrary, she thought, a lot. Sometimes she thought a little too much for that matter, running through all related and connected elements to one given situation or fact. Back then however, those pesty pricks that nip and peck at your insides were not heavy or sharp enough to cause any real damage. The blissful lightness of youth.
Nasty topics enter an innocent mind as more and more experiences mystify the path to positivity. Success, money, image and time slowly creep in and settle for good at some point. We have no choice but to allow them to get comfortable because we are taught that they are of utmost importance. Thus, she herself lost her innocence right on schedule.
As the years rolled by, simple, daily functions became tainted by a dirty screen of unnecessary concern. Actions of survival like eating were no longer simple but something complex and worth worrying about. Rather than just satisfying a natural feeling of hunger it was suddenly what you eat, how much you eat, when you eat it and what effect it would have on the size and shape of the machine we call our body. She would never have imagined that she would be counting hours between meals.
When you are young, bad habits are harmless, obsessions are cute and insecurities minor. She knew natural from unnatural and right from wrong. However, in a society which demands certain 'attributes' and 'qualities' in order to function, she could not help but be affected. She was taught, just like everyone surrounding her that beauty and success are objective rather than subjective. Naturally, she began to try for things that she deep down cared little for. You can understand what conflict that generated for her inner or spiritual (if you will) well-being and growth.
As a result, she wakes up and does all she 'has' to do in order to function within this purgatory of a life. She still thankfully has her intangible dreams and desires which come back and smack her hard in the face once in a while. The blow will leave some blood vessels broken , clearly visible for remembrance until the next one strikes.
She exists oftentimes within a large natural environment full of people. There is plenty of room for everyone within that space. There is no trace of jealousy, resentment, anger or judgement of any kind. Melodies bounce off objects as the people dance their whole, enormous hearts out. They are free of need. She is okay, she is content because she can go to that room pretty much whenever she pleases. Her dream is sometimes more real than reality.
The danger is when children are taught not to dream, but to adopt the dreams of others. The danger is when they are taught not to imagine but to entertain themselves through what others have imagined. Children are conscious as to what they need for their own unique existence and they should be free to live that existence as they see fit.
