This is a very...strange interpretation of the prompt. It's what came into my head when I sat down to write, so I ran with it.
The expectations placed upon me by my peers seem so much like the bars of a cage. Unfathomable, unbending, and frightening as hell.
I long to be free. To let loose the real me without fear. I cannot. As it stands, I worry about what everyone will think, ultimately coming to the conclusion that I have fallen short in all areas of my life.
Sometimes, I really hate those I see as successful. I shouldn't, but I do. They are free in ways I am not.
Some would call such freedom for everyone a folly. You cannot give everyone that much freedom!
Perspective is interesting, isn't it?
You call it wild. I call it free.