Yeah, so I just watched Into the Wild for the first time, and it was truthfully very sad but even more full of truth. That was some deep stuff. It was amazing. I want to cry for Chris McCandless but I can't. He died doing what he believed in, cheesy/cliche as that may sound.
Something happened today that made me remember myself. Up to this moment I am trembling, even if just mentally. There's just something about escaping death that makes you treasure your existence to the last drop. It also makes me think that I didn't escape it for nothing. I have a purpose, and for that purpose I was kept on this earth. I am meant for something.
Anyway,
I wrote about him today. No, not McCandless. Him, the guy, that I have fallen for.
And this is what I wrote.
He transcends my understanding.
I, have a confession to make. I am so in over my head right now. I feel like all I can do is disclaim any former paths and try to pave out a new one. It feels like... a new school year, when everything is strange and disorienting...except...this is a new... life year. You'd know what I'm talking about, if you were me. Things feel foreign to me, though I've been surrounded by them for years.
P.S.
So I went back and re-read that and I sound like a total sap. Oops. Not my intention.
....what do I have to apologize for, anyway?
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