What if we all took off for the wilderness like Chris McCandless? What meaning would we find within ourselves and our newfound surroundings?
Our existence isn’t our choice. A few years after birth, we are force-fed information that will render us slaves to the system. Constantly being told that we must have a job, and we must earn money. We are told that we must be responsible as human beings.
What if we all took off for the wilderness like Chris McCandless? What meaning would we find within ourselves and our newfound surroundings?
Our existence isn’t our choice. A few years after birth, we are force-fed information that will render us slaves to the system. Constantly being told that we must have a job, and we must earn money. We are told that we must be responsible as human beings.
How did we come to this? I have seen so many stressed-out folks who come back from their jobs and cry themselves to sleep. If we are forced to exist, why spend your remaining time on something that makes you unhappy? Silence is only deafening when you have been conditioned to fear it. If you live near a beach, I invite you to take a stroll. Take your shoes off (watch your step) and feel the sand between your toes.
Let the wet breeze hit your face. How do you feel? These kinds of moments help us return to our true nature. When we return to our stresses, our mistake is when our true selves are hidden from us once more. If you hang your head out of the window on a long drive, the adrenaline builds, and you can’t help but laugh. Your brain finally shuts the hell up and lets you be.
If Stewart were still alive, I know that he would have eventually walked into the Canadian wilderness, never to return. He was a misanthropist. The only person Stewart loved was me. Whether he intended to survive in the wilderness is unknown to me. Frustrated with the state of the world and how people have treated him previously, he would have wanted to be free.
Most people think we’re out of our minds for wanting to walk into the wild and never come back, but they are victims of the system. They are so preoccupied with making money, caring about the opinions of others, petty arguments, and all the other nonsense.
If we are to believe The Bible, then our true origins are those of nature. Without clothes or shelter, they attempted to navigate their predicament. Having been strictly instructed not to touch the forbidden fruit, they naturally went against those rules. A fully formed idea is tough to banish.
When I think of how all of us live such different lives, I am confused and fascinated all at the same time. Celebrity culture is a whole other matter, but it has always seemed odd that certain people in society are protected more than the rest of us. Even though we are all flesh and bone, and all use the bathroom, society treats these people as though that isn’t the case.
I recently saw that a bunch of hooligans invaded a football pitch, essentially starting a riot. They injured police officers, and it was all over the management of a football team and its owners. I feel that football breeds insanity and is akin to a cult in some ways.
The constant violence that we aim at each other makes me lose faith in this world and its inhabitants. I understand what Chris McCandless did, and I sympathize with his plight. In our current world, becoming disillusioned is an easy feat.
“I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.”
― Jack London
How did we come to this? I have seen so many stressed-out folks who come back from their jobs and cry themselves to sleep. If we are forced to exist, why spend your remaining time on something that makes you unhappy? Silence is only deafening when you have been conditioned to fear it. If you live near a beach, I invite you to take a stroll. Take your shoes off (watch your step) and feel the sand between your toes.
Let the wet breeze hit your face. How do you feel? These kinds of moments help us return to our true nature. When we return to our stresses, our mistake is when our true selves are hidden from us once more. If you hang your head out of the window on a long drive, the adrenaline builds, and you can’t help but laugh. Your brain finally shuts the hell up and lets you be.
If Stewart were still alive, I know that he would have eventually walked into the Canadian wilderness, never to return. He was a misanthropist. The only person Stewart loved was me. Whether he intended to survive in the wilderness is unknown to me. Frustrated with the state of the world and how people have treated him previously, he would have wanted to be free.
Most people think we’re out of our minds for wanting to walk into the wild and never come back, but they are victims of the system. They are so preoccupied with making money, caring about the opinions of others, petty arguments, and all the other nonsense.
If we are to believe The Bible, then our true origins are those of nature. Without clothes or shelter, they attempted to navigate their predicament. Having been strictly instructed not to touch the forbidden fruit, they naturally went against those rules. A fully formed idea is tough to banish.
When I think of how all of us live such different lives, I am confused and fascinated all at the same time. Celebrity culture is a whole other matter, but it has always seemed odd that certain people in society are protected more than the rest of us. Even though we are all flesh and bone, and all use the bathroom, society treats these people as though that isn’t the case.
I recently saw that a bunch of hooligans invaded a football pitch, essentially starting a riot. They injured police officers, and it was all over the management of a football team and its owners. I feel that football breeds insanity and is akin to a cult in some ways.
The constant violence that we aim at each other makes me lose faith in this world and its inhabitants. I understand what Chris McCandless did, and I sympathize with his plight. In our current world, becoming disillusioned is an easy feat.
“I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.”
― Jack London
Courtenay's Corner 