Gotta start the day off with a good quote. A little Incubus for you ass. You know.
I started to relies that my best works of writing is that , that comes form my own life. My first paper in English was alright, but I didn't add enough personality to it. Its the personality of the writing that is voice. My voice comes out when I write about things that are true to me. Its was hard to write about Scientology even though i love it , and researched every which way about it. I still wasn't able to pull it off the way i would have liked. I kept searching through my writing for the reason. Why doesn't it sound exactly they way i like it. People liked it, it sounds good to them . Usually, I think people are to incompetent to understand what I'm trying to say. My aunt was like " the essay you wrote about grandpa , was divine" I was like " Why would your opinion of my writing mean anything to me? You are not Vonnegut , You are not Chaucer" .. and don't ever compare yourself to them. Don't act like you opinion is the end all of opinions. That oh yes , now that you gave you 'intelligent' opinion of my paper , I can now die in peace. What the hell? People if you don't know anything about a subject , chances are no one cares. Shes like a fucking grave digger or something ,maybe a dietitian I think , it all the same thing really.
Thats kinda what I've been thinking, since I saw "Into the Wild". Its a fucking slow ass movie , but the end , oh the end. You just need to watch it for the end. We all know he dies in the end but , wow , Sean Penn knows how to kill a person. Anyways the movie was about this kid who had 24 thousand and burned it all, then got jobs shoveling stuff and such to make money for tools to make it in the Alaskan wilderness. which in it self is kinda horrible. You burn money , that could be used to help other people , to then get a job , that someone more worth could have gotten? And in the end you die cause you eat a poisonous potatoes. Honestly? Honestly? You died from something that shitty. Also through you whole travels only one bad thing happened to you! But you die from not reading the book correctly and eating a bad potatoes! That is so annoying. This movie really glorified being homeless, because he didn't die of being homeless , he died from not reading a page correctly. He could have lived for years in that van in Alaska..but hes a dumbass. I feel like society wants me to feel bad for him. Btu I can't because he could still be around bettering his world. Before his left for the Alaskan wild he was going to go to Harvard Law. And despite all that .. He went to Alaska to be free for society and to free himself. Then he dies in Alaska because of his freedom that he wanted which forced him to have no food which then pushed him to have to eat plants.. get poisoned. The thing is , that book said if he would get it treated he would be fine. But he couldn't! He was to weak , he didn't know his way back. Its his need to be free and live away from society that killed him in the end. It wasn't the potatoes. Oh no, not the potatoes.
Anyway, back to my point about all jobs being the same. That is exactly how Alexander Supertramp saw it in the movie. It wasn't about what you do in life. It was about living your life. After all the things i have said that were bad about this movie , their is one thing that i completely believe in , and have believed for years. You have to live your life. You have to get a move on it. I am a pure example of a person who doesn't live it up.TODAY, I want to make everyday a little different. So that I can never say " I do the same thing everyday .. you know , the grind." I want to live in some way. Keep this blood flowing. To many people don't relies that they are just waiting to die. Even those who go out everyday and puke their livers up. You not living you life , your numbing your life. Just like those people who eat up numerous drugs so that don't have to feel pain. Well , feel pain. Pain at least lets you know that your not dead. Change you job , change you location , change your friends , change you book bag. I don't give a flying fuck.. change it all right now. their is no point in doing it all the same everyday. We only have so much time. 70 years , 40 years , who knows you might only have 6 days. When your dead you'll be kicking yourself all over, because you weren't the person you could have been . You were to afraid of pain , of happiness, of societies ideals , or people. You were to afraid to indulge into your self and figure out all of it. Figure out all it! Lets, stop living mundane lives. We have it in us to be everything we need to be. We just have to search for it , we just have to get there.
