I love to feel soft sand between my toes, the suck of the sea as it pulls the tiny grains away in a surge of water, the smell of the ocean, the pulsing, rhythmic, sound of the waves. I delight in the childlike feeling as my feet splash along adding their own sound to the cacophony of delights.
You just can’t do that in heels, they sink in the sand and you’d fall over, there’d be no sensation, anyway the shoes would be ruined.
Life is like that too, it cannot be enjoyed while trying to retain a sophisticated image. The shoes just need to come off sometimes so the toes can wriggle in abandon! Perhaps sophistication is needed in some aspect of your life, but to truly live cast it off occasionally and head for the surf and leave your true footprints behind you in the sand.