I enjoy reading the book “Into the Wild” by Jon Krakauer. I have read it about five or six times. The book looks at the life of Chris McCandless and the front cover sums it up pretty well.
In April 1992, a young man from a well-to-do family hitchhiked to Alaska and walked alone into the wilderness north of Mt. McKinley. His name was Christoper Johnson McCandless. He had given $25,000 in savings to charity, abandoned his car and most of his possessions, burned all the cash in his wallet, and invented a life for himself. Four month later, his decomposed body was found by a moose hunter…
There are three things that really struck me about the life of Chris McCandless.
- Unfortunately, his youthfulness worked against him. He always felt invincible and believed things would somehow work out in the end. He did some research, but was unprepared for what he was about to attempt. His reckless abandonment would eventually be his downfall and cost him his life. In my youth, I was also reckless and foolish. However, I got lucky and I am still here today.
- I understand that desire for adventure. I understand that desire to be your own person and to follow your own path. I still seek after adventure today. I still strive to be my own person and to follow my own path.
- Chris had a dream and he refused to give up on that dream. I can respect that. There are so many people walking around with their mind full of dreams, but they are afraid to step out of their comfort zone. They will spend their life wondering what could have been.
As a side note:
I bought this book from a thrift store many years ago and on the first page is a handwritten note, “Tony Hawk June ’98.”
In case you don’t know, Tony Hawk is a famous skateboarder, an X-Games champion, and has his own line of skateboards.
The inscription looks like Tony Hawk’s handwriting, so I am pretty sure he is the one that wrote the note and that he used to own this book.
I think that is really cool.
I have a tendency to talk in my sleep. I usually just say a few random words and it doesn’t make much sense to anyone that may hear me.
I also have a tendency to move around, as if I am acting out a dream. A few nights ago, I was dreaming about escaping a room with a trip wire at the door. In my dream, I raised my leg high into the air and crossed over the wire.
In reality, I was sleeping on my side and was on the edge of the bed. While asleep, I moved my leg over the edge of the bed and toward my head. This caused me to slide off the bed.
I found myself on the floor after this rude awakening. The first thing that came to my mind: I can’t believe I just fell off my bed, how ridiculous.
Has this ever happened to you? If you have any funny stories about things you have done in your sleep, please share it in the comment section. I am sure I am not the only adult that falls out of bed on occasion.