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(This is a practice of my english classes)
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When I was in my twenties, I used to go out to discos with my friends. And I must admit that I used to go out, not because I liked it but because it was a way of living in society, a way of relating with girls, with friends, with diverse people in a more relaxed athmosphere than work's environment. Nowadays, I hardly ever go out in the night. Once or twice a year, mainly to go to the cinema, and to dinner with my wife. The reason of this austerity is that we have many difficulties to leave our son and our daughter with somebody who may look after them. But probably, if we had really wished to go out, we would have solved it.
In fact, I have always thought that there are many others activities more interesting than going out in the darkness... than going into smoky and tight and noisy locals... than losing sleep... than being enforced to wake up late, and therefore losing wonderfull sun's hours of life and pure air. I think that the night is dark because people have to be in their caves, or in their corners, or in their nests, or in their homes... perhaps writting poetry, or beside a fire with a guitar on hands, or telling stories, or counting stars below a dark and stellated sky, or in a beach under the moonlight.
Society has created an unnecessary need, that probably is hidding an ancient and deep impulse, an impulse that push us to approach to the opposite sex. Probably, this idea is tied to the social and not always written repression of the natural tendency to copulate. Our subconscious wants to copulate. Our conscious doesn't clearly dare to accept it. Then our wishes walk down the path to where the dark spaces are, to where the clandestine environments are, to where the forbidden hours of the day go by. Society sweeps the natural searching of the opposite sex towards the hidden drawer of the night. I think the social values should evolve towards an acceptance of the natural drives. Besides, when society proscribes (directly or indirectly) a natural wish, this wish search another way, and this new way is always more dangerous, always more strange, always more insane.
People are made for the day. We have evolved for millions of years sleeping in the night. And before sleeping, we have been explaining stories beside a campfire, singing and dancing with the family. And after the stories, we have always slept in the darkness to welcome a new, and bright, and long day. And this day will elapse, illuminated by the sunlight, from the sunrise to the sunset.
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