-Chris McCandless, April 1992
This week I read Into the Wild. To put this into perspective- for me to sit down and read a book cover to cover in under a year is something I probably haven't done since picking up the final installment of Harry Potter. I'm not joking.
Though bittersweet and ultimately tragic, something in my spirit connected with the tale of this idealistic young wanderer. While I couldn't necessarily advocate the means of his adventure, the poetic motives behind it I could certainly appreciate. Why are we so reluctant to construct a life of happiness for ourselves?
The first step on this path, I believe, is to identify what makes us happy, content, euphoric even. It sounds easy enough at first, but again, why has more of the population not yet caught on to this train of thought? We are all so busy running around, existing, we seldom take in the pleasure of mere living. Of living with purpose.
What is my purpose?
I have absolutely no idea. But I am interested enough to invest the time to try and figure it out. And so, like Chris McCandless over a decade ago, I too walk "into the wild."