Into the wild
There’s a lot of things in this lifetime that happens to us. Things that are unlikely but real, painful yet encouraging. I have made a number of ups-downs in which its disclosure might mean being impulsive. Along the way, as I travel through the upheavals, I still come back to one thing that will make me happy and content. I felt that the ticket to do what I want is a college degree to land a good a job and make money, but I failed..though it is an understatement.
A two hour and a half movie is the longest movie I think I have ever seen. Unfortunately I have not seen the whole of Saving Private Ryan or The Piano or Schindler’s List.I would find myself dozing off at the middle part and play it again when caught by chance, but same things happen. I guess it’s because I hate movies whose theme shows the WW. I felt they just have the same endings and beginnings. But just now I finished a flick that lasted more than the limit of movies I’d watch. "Into the wild". The early part was just so light but on the latter part, that’s when it kicks me big time. It’s a true to life story of a man whose mere joy cant be found on material things nor doing the things we want. The drama was actually intensified by melodramatic narration of his sister.He burned all of his identities and money to start something that he’s been looking for. It may appear selfish considering that he had people around him worried-sick of his whereabouts. his journey wasnt thwarted by money. Along the way, he met strangers who became his friends, and touched lives of people he barely knew. In the end he realized that happiness is nothing when you’re alone with it. The real feeling of being high is useless if you have no one to share it with. I sometimes find myself in the stage of denial that the real solution is just being contented. I guess in time I will.
