I suppose it’s only in the innocence of youth that we know no shame. We lack the terrible knowledge of responsibility, the crushing weight of guilt, and the thought (the instinct) of failure.
Adulthood is not the forgetting of youth and the assumption of “real life”. It may be more an active decision to turn our backs on the carefree ease of childhood.
Still, I would submit, “real life” is having both. Recognizing that we cannot remain children forever, but harnessing that imagination, that power, that infinite belief in belief to live all facets of who we are; to fill spaces with both our capability and our hopes —
To make life real.