Chris McCandless said “In reality
nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure
future”, the depth and complexity of this simple truth astonishes me today to
an extent that I question every single decision I have made for my future until
now. People around me often discuss
what they want from life and what they want to give back to life with such
confidence, it startles me.
I am walking
on a road clueless about my destination. I climb onto a train of emotions and
experiences. Thankful to have no indication of what lies ahead. What makes
life’s experience meaningful for me is discovering each day that every truth
from childhood and every single fact taught to me is a lie. That life is more
complicated than how it was shown to me and more fundamental than how you see
it.
Everyone is
running in race for survival. But losing somewhere in that race the reason for
existence. I am philosophical. I like it that way. I am not going to be running
behind a career and creating a niche for me. I want to soar higher and see it
all. I am not ready to settle down. I may never be. I know you’d rather see me
have a well-set career and a seven-digit pay cheque, but I see myself
exploring. Seeing what has never been seen and being somewhere no one has ever
been is all I see myself doing. I am not one to conform. I’d rather make my own
rules. I am not one to find the right guy and marry him. (I know that’s the
last thing you want me to do either) I don’t want a family to answer to. I am
not responsible enough for anyone else, I may never be.
I want to be
lost and wander. I want to know why men want to win a war that they never had
to fight to begin with. I want to be away from all this insanity. And be
somewhere I can hear the winds whisper to me the tales of the lands separated
by time. I don’t want the obligation to interact with humans. I don’t want to
be part of the cacophony that civilization today lives amidst. I have no regard
for the false materialistic belongings. I’d rather spend hours lying down in a
field soaking within me the essence of reality in its wholesome form.
It is
puzzling for you to know when exactly did life become so poetic for your little
girl? Well it was somewhere around that time when I was being torn apart by
realism and fantasy.
I hope you
understand now that I am not going to be shut inside a cocoon leading a
well-designed life; I hope you know why my Utopian nature suits my
ever-impenetrable mind. And I hope you know that one fine day when the sun
rises slowly over the horizon and the weather is just correct, when the winds
blow swiftly brushing away all the prudence I am going to set out on a journey
and walk INTO THE WILD…
