The movie/novel, Into The Wild, conjured up many past memories of my family and my mother's recent battle with cancer. My eyes filled with tears as the movie credits rolled. Many joyful memories flooded as I let out a cry that I haven't cried in many years. It was hard but good to let those memories come as I pained, chuckled, and longed for her presence once again. I blew the dust off of my old journals as I located the dates surrounding my mother's death. I read those shaky words for the first time in years and recalled so much during that time of hardship.
This movie struck a cord in my heart as I watched the adventure of Chris McCandless's life unfold to pursue the meaning of life, nature, family, oneness, aloneness, God, and love. I find it somewhat admirable that he took a look at his societal pressures and pushed them aside to figure out what meant the world to him, but more so, I find it a shame that he had to hurt his family in order to pursue his adventure. I would like to think that Chris may have come around and ran back to his loved one's after his time with nature ended since Tolstoy's words spoke to him.
"I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor - such is my idea of happiness. And then, on top of all that, you for a mate, and children, perhaps-what more can the heart of a man desire?" - Leo Tolstoy.
These words speak deep into my soul.