I lost my words in front of you.
So, I'll just let you speak up for yourself, for what you called happiness.
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Some people feel like they don't deserve love.
They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps to the past.
Some people don't think they deserve to be loved.
They walked away quietly, escaping into the void, trying to close the rift in the past.
The sea's only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally, the chance to feel strong.
Now, I don't know much about the sea. But I do know that that's the way it is here.
And I also know how important it is in life: not necessarily to be strong, but to feel strong; to measure yourself at least once; to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing the blind deaf stone alone, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.
The only gift of the sea is the surging waves. Sometimes, there is an opportunity to feel strong.
Now, I know very little about the sea. But I know that's the way it exists.
I also know how important it is in life: not to be strong, but to feel strong;
to measure yourself at least once, at least once to find yourself in the most primitive state of human beings;
to face the cold and silent rock alone, not to With any help, rely only on your hands and mind.
You know what I don't understand?
I don't understand why people, why every fucking person is so bad to each other...
"Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness, give me the truth."
---Thoreau
This fact suddenly redefined Chris and me as “bastard children”.
Dad's arrogant made him conveniently oblivions to the pain he caused.
And Mum, in the shame and the embarrassment of a young mistress, became his accomplice in the seat(?).
This The facts suddenly turned Chris and I into what we call "illegitimate children."
Papa's arrogance made it easy for him to forget the pain he had caused.
And the mother, with the shame and embarrassment of a young mistress, becomes an accomplice in this lie.
The fragility of crystal is not a weakness but a fineness.
My parents understood that the fine crystal glass have to be careful, or maybe shattered.
But when it came to my brother, they do not seem to know or care that their cause of secret action ruffled a kind of devastation that could cut them.
The fragility of the crystal is not its weakness but its strength.
My parents understood that beautiful crystal cups must be handled with care or they will shatter.
But when it comes to my brother, they don't seem to know or care that their covert operation will cause a disaster that will kill them.
Their fragile(?) marriage and our father's denial of this other son was, for Chris, a murder of every day's truth
. the truth.
He felt his whole life turned like a river, suddenly reversing the direction of its flow, suddenly running up hill
.
These revelations struck at the core of Chris's sense of identity.
They made his entire childhood seemed like a fiction. These revelations struck at the core of Chris's sense of identity
.
They made his childhood seem absurd.
If we admit human life can be ruled by reason, the possibility of life is destroyed
.
But I told myself it was good. He knew I loved him enough to bear with not knowing. And it helped me remembered that there was something more than rebellion, more than angry that was driving him.
But I told myself it was good. He knew that I loved him enough that I could endure not knowing anything about him. And it also helped me remember that something -- not just betrayal, not just anger -- was driving him.
Whatever drawer he is opening now, it must have something pretty sweet in it
.
I've decided I'm going to live this life for some time to come.
The freedom and simple beauty is just too good to pass up... I've decided I'm going to live this life for some time to come
.
The beauty of freedom and simplicity is irresistible... Some may
ask, "Why act now? Why not wait?"
The answer is clear: the world could wait no longer.
Why not wait?" The
answer was clear, the world couldn't wait any longer.
-You really believe in love then?
-Yes, totally!
- Alaska? Son, what the hell are you running from?
- You know, I could ask you the same question! Except I already know the answer!
- Oh, You do , do you?
- I do, Mr. Franz! You got to get back out in the world! Get out of that lonely house, that little workshop of yours. Get back out on the road, really! You are going to live a long time, Ron! You should make a radical change in your lifestyle! I mean, the core of man's spirit comes from new experiences. And there you are, stubborn old man, sitting on your butt.
- Sitting on my butt?
- Yeah .
- Ha, I'll show you sitting on my butt! "Stubborn old man", I'll show you! -Alaska
? Child, what are you running from?
- You know, I can ask you the same question back. But I already know the answer.
-Oh? you know?
- I know, Mr Franz. You have to reintegrate into the world, get out of that lonely house, out of your little workshop. Back on the road! real. You have a long time to live, Ron, and you should completely change your way of life. I mean, the vitality of the human soul comes from new experiences. Look at you, stubborn old man who doesn't move his ass!
- Don't move your butt?
-right!
-what! I'm going to show you what it means to keep the butt moving! "Stubborn old guy", let you see it!
But when you forgive, you love. And when you love, God's light shines on you.
But you only love when you learn to forgive. God's light will shine on you only if you love.
Happiness only real when shared.
Only sharing can bring true happiness.
I had a happy life and thank the Lord. Goodbye and may God bless all!
---Alexander Super-tramp, May 1992
What if I were smiling and running into your arms?
Would you see then what I see now?
In memory of Christopher Johnson McCandless (February 12, 1968 – August 18, 1992)
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I'll find time for Толстой, Jack London and Thoreau.
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