Most of us adults want to recover a piece, or a pale reflection, of childhood. We long for the infinite freedom and simplicity of it. Freedom is total for a child, because there is nothing to confuse the mind, and desires are immediately served by actions.
There is power to this, and a kind of purity of mind. The child immerses itself fully in just one passion, the entire world becomes that single-pointed interest. The kid doesn’t care beyond it, doesn’t see beyond it. It is pleasant to have that simplicty, for as long as you have a parent to worry about the real world.
Reflect on this, before jumping into idealistic thinking. Giving up the battle means somebody else needs to take responsiblility for all the nasty parts of life. In the absence of such self-sacrificial person it means chaos, confusion, despair. Perhaps some of your passions are more important to you than other? But how do you know? It is hard to keep things in proportion, unless you take time to reflect. But a child doesn’t reflect. Slave of changeable desires, it is forever wanting, forever hungering, chasing after a moving target. Is this not a punishment?
The childish mind does not give peace, nor happy living, to the creative person. I have tried this. It resulted in misguided work.
The creative person needs to be aware of the big picture, not just his current desire. He acts for the successful completion of wise and meaningful creative goals. Because, his happiness and peace are conditioned on that.