I really
enjoyed reading this piece. I believe in every essence of the story it
represents a similar definition of how I define the wild; raw, untamed freedom.
The boy had been raised by a pack of wolves. How much more wild can one get? I
don’t know.
The perfect
example of an untamable wild is when the boy first approaches other people and
one of the women of the village takes him in because she thought that he was
her long lost child who had been taken by animals in the past. She tried to keep
him in her hut, but he was too familiar with the outside world to be restrained
to the confinements of small hut. However, Mowgli did eventually try to
overcome his innate instincts with his desire to conform to the society of man.
I didn’t like it.
By the
concluding paragraph I did find satisfaction when Mowgli realized that he is no
longer a brother to this wolf pack, and never can he become a part of the
man-pack. So he set out on his own to find his own pack accompanied by four
other wolfs as he learned to embrace and accept his own genuine individualism
and not common deceptive artificial individualism one assess through
conformity. I liked this piece, a lot!
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