Some people say that this stunned green backpacker who was bent on returning to nature was just wishful thinking. In the end, he died, and the forests of Alaska did not accept him. These things he pursued were just like the things he had disdained, and abandoned him.
So he died because there was no food.
How ironic, the vowed spiritual pursuit, the detachment of the soul, no matter how many Tolstoy, Jack London, Thoreau he looked at, it was of no avail. Before the protein body team composed of nucleic acid, protein and water, he lost a mess.
I feel sad.
This sadness is more because, yes, we have indeed been given up.
From birth, to the womb, to the mother's body, to the compulsory education, to the juvenile protection law, we entered the society, squeezing the subway in a muddle, some people gave up their seats, like a little sapling height child, maybe you I was unwilling to think that I was clean and cared for by everyone. Everyone has kind eyes, not now, you have lost all your privileges. However, we will grow old, wrinkle a face that cannot bear to look in the mirror, breathe hard to grow old, and then the whole world will change again, and someone will give you a seat, maybe even sympathize, avoid suspicion, you don’t care, Sitting there, with an expression on his face.
This is a life of pessimism in my body.
The past experience, from childhood, to youth, to adulthood, until the ugly bachelor hat, the stupid master uniform color, PHD is nowhere in sight, I think I am the same as the stunned green, no, we Everyone may be the same. Short-term confusion and impulse occupy half of the rational mind, but unfortunately, mine was only for a while, and I quickly gave up struggling and chose a quick and effective way. Just like you suddenly want to change your taste one day, don't say the 101st Italian classic in front of Subway staff, thank you. Then you thought about it for a long time, Chinese food, Thai food, potato flour, skewers, pork bun, etc. Finally, you went to Subway at 12:35, opened the door on time, and the clerk smiled and watched You, as if waiting for you all the time, he seems to be the person who knows you best in the world, and you have nowhere else to go.
Had to compromise, compromise on the original route.
This kind of compromise is not not brave, but rather, willing.
All the habits of the past gathered together, and watched us become a constant person. Not sad or not,
I also know a lot of friends, gangsters, backpackers, vowed to live on the sofas of all girls’ homes, from south to north, from south to north, and then land to the world’s tourist photographers, they look really young. what.
And more of us died in our early twenties.
Throw away the graduation license, driver's license, and wedding photo, leaving only a photo sticker, grinning, pimples, and broken eyebrows, stick it on the forehead of a whale, let it go, go for me The sea I have never been to, plunder for me, rest for me, find the other half for me, hope it is beautiful and brave.
"I understand what he is doing. It took him four years to fulfill his absurd and boring responsibilities and finish his university studies. Now he is finally liberated, leaving the world full of illusions, fragility, parental discipline, and materialistic desires, leaving those obstacles. He experiences things that really exist."
"I think profession is the saddest invention of the twentieth century. I don't want it."
And is he happy now.
When I lived in a strange hotel, poor quality speakers, Wanqing's songs. Tear open the night and dumb plains, over the off-season forests and electricity. In the last season of wish, remembering that I had hidden a knife. Who is from the mountains, rivers and seas, but confined by day and night, kitchen and love.
He said the child should go and reconcile yesterday, just like we did before.
Unable to reconcile, people are lonely waste.
Seeing Chris in the movie, the actor is Emile Husky, born in 1985. Oh my God, he is just another version of the young Leonardo, with thick eyebrows and an innocently sexy look. With a big blue backpack, an empty water bottle, and brown boots, he disappeared on the road, obsessed with the mountains and rivers, and the strange delicious apples, he couldn't help but praise. He is a super wanderer. Get the name yourself, be cool.
He met a pair of elderly hippies, Jane is a woman with a story, nonsense, everyone has a story. They bid farewell. He occasionally works and makes hamburgers without socks. In South Dakota, he harvests wheat with a black face and drives a car. It's really cool. Wayne, who is rough and rough on the farm, is a good person. I wish him a successful escape from prison in the future. Then they said goodbye. The Colorado River crossed the Grand Canyon. There were no dangerous drifters wearing hard hats. He succeeded. He met a lovely couple who were enthusiastic and unrestrained and invited him to eat a hot dog. Then they said goodbye. Mexico, it's terrible. The ride is not smooth, and he still has a lot of survival skills to learn. Further north, the old man named Rong, he is also a man with a story.
Nonsense, everyone has a story.
He finally arrived in Alaska. Denali, the magic bus.
"For two years, he has walked on this land. No phone, no swimming pool, no pets, no cigarettes, no restraints. An extremist, a traveler chasing beauty, his home is the road under his feet. Eliminate hypocrisy, victory Realizing the ultimate battle of the soul revolution. No longer suffering from the poison of the world, he escaped from the world, walked alone on the road, hidden in the wilderness."
His story is over, just like the words he engraved on a wooden sign for himself .
Praise me too much, hope you think I am a great person.
I am lonely, I am extreme, I am cautious, I adore vanity, I survive, I seek death, I hope I can overlook my indulgent life without supervision or approval. This is not a noble and difficult wish, just a thought in one's heart. If I think this way, I will do it this way. You can call me selfish, but you can't call me stupid.
Whoever rules to live a life like that.
Maybe I will die absurdly, but please remember, I am willing.
Wading across a river, breaking a section of branches, trotting with the horses, I saw the deer in the morning, the serious owl, all the strange love and hostility in this world existed, and he was fortunate to be a part of it.
I think he is happy.
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