Curt, have you ever had a drink or three, or just got plain very drunk?
Although this a crude analogy, sometimes on a hot day everything is just a series of unassailable boundaries. But after a couple of cold ones you're on horseback, clearing those hedges with a mighty leap and careering off towards endless vistas of possibilities. The wind is in your hair and it feels good to be in the saddle...
(Of course, later on, you could well be on your hands and knees, noisily hurling chunks at the bottom of one of the hedges, but hey, what a ride!)
Nah, sometimes drink is great. Every young man should be recklessly drunk at some stage in their teens. Even if it's just in a 'know thine enemy' way.