New Source of Inspiration

Recently I watched the award winning tale of a 23-year-old college graduate, Christopher McCandless' journey of self-discovery, self-awareness, and self-destruction, the story Into The Wild.
At the beginning of the film this quote given by Lord Byron appears reading:
"There is pleasure in the pathless woods,There is rapture on the lonely shore,There is society where none intrudes,By the deep sea and the music in its roar;I love not man the less, but Nature more."
When I read this quote, something spoke to me.
In the over-used words of the masses effected by a bout of deep truth, "it touched me."
It gave me a new outlook on what nature means to me.

This was just the beginning of an almost over-inspirational account of tragedy.

I believe that Christopher McCandless' adventure is one that was fueled by a decade of resentment, longing, repression, and utter determination.

A determination to find truth in a world of lies.
His story racked my brain of it's true dreams and aspirations, and opened the door to my true desires.

We are all held by a materialistic longing to be "happy."
We have been told that to achieve true "happiness" we must work and strive for bigger and better "things."
The root of all evil in this instance are those material "things."
What if we were to abandon such superficial trophies?
What would society become?
What would humanity become?
All questions that we posses the answers to.

This excavation of truth is one that has always haunted my inner conscious.
I guess the truth of the matter is brought back to Mr. Kiyoshi Najita, AKA Mr. Naj.

He was the first man to guide me out of the box of the terrestrial thoughts and think about the larger un-object-oriented sight of the world and beyond. He begged the questions of what it means to be "happy" and "normal," conformity versus non-conformity.
The world widened in that small claustrophobic classroom.
My brain expanded in the hands of my peers and the high school English teacher I would never forget.
From those 7th period classes, lyrics started to mean more, melodic spine-chilling wind begun to demand more from me than goose bumps. Everything changed.

The rude awakening that was responsible for the extremist, of McCandeless' alias, Alexander Supertramp, is what I believe my small sliver of brain and soul power is made of.

All of these innate thoughts have followed me and I keep hold of them as my straggling mind keeps bay to the rancid society of today.

This is only one entry of many strives for truth to come I hope.
I think it's important to open the door to the outside realm that is truth. That is us. That is me.

~Emma