The other day I watched the movie Into the Wild for the first time. It really put some perspective into my life. The movie really got me thinking about adventure and excitement. I honestly thought about, after school, getting rid of everything and running away to live in the wilderness like the main character Emile Hirsh did.
Then I realized that the movie was based on a true story. There really was a guy named Christopher McCandless who gave up his entire savings, his car, and his family to roam around the country under the name Alexander Supertramp. He eventually made his way to Alaska and lived in an abandoned bus living off small game for a few months.
After watching the movie I desperately wanted to get out of the house and have some adventure. I wanted to be a tramp, living on the road without money or a single care.
But then I remembered how the movie, and McCandless’ life, ended.
In the movie, he confused an edible plant with a poisonous one. When the poisonous plant didn’t kill him, he was too weak to hunt for food and eventually starved to death. The death of the real McCandless is still being debated by some people. Some say he died the same as his character in the movie, while some say he just starved because the animals in the area migrated away and he couldn’t catch anything. He was sixty-seven pounds when his body was found two weeks after his death.
I realized that too much adventure can lead to something awful. Living alone can lead to something awful. As humans, we need to interact with other human beings to keep us sane–for lack of a better word.
I don’t need to give up my family and friends to have an adventure; I should just try to find something to do around my hometown.