Into the wild.

I watched the movie Into the Wild today. It exceeded my expectations, which happens seldom.

Sitting through that movie is painful, and not for the reason that other movies can be so. Watching Alexander make his journey to freedom tingles every nerve of you, the rebel. It interacts every muscle of you, the adventurer; until your jaws are sore from resisting the need to either cry, or scream. It makes you expand on the always present desire to walk away. To simply just leave.

Why do we feel these intense itches, and then ignore it, supress it. For me, it's because of obligations, and cowardice. It's because I have to come of age, before I can surrender these societal ties.

I dream of the day, when I will break free of these polished edifices to find simplicity, to find god, to find truth. I know already my adventure to be not with the wilderness, but the wild. I know that I have to be patient, but patience is only possible for something to come, and it will come.

And I will live.

I will learn the love of living, the love of knowledge and the love of simplicity.

always,

certainepic.