"Happiness is only real when shared." This is what he wrote in between a line of a page of a book he loves.


Few weeks ago i was watching a movie "into the wild" the true life story of Christopher Mccandles. It felt like a dragging weird one that I asked my sis to move it to another channel but then it turned out, I was listening to the narration and as I kept watching the guy moving from one place to another I was suddenly all so curious with him. A young man who's got all big and beautiful possibilities open for him,smart,intelligent fresh graduate who gave up all he had in the bank , left home to start a life traveling and making hope in an absolute remoteness. His strong ideals and philosophies can be very uni que,deceptive,or too pure or misled? Some think he's a rebellious wasted man, some think he's a real model of a life of dreams, and courage, some think he's a poor religious aztec, or perhaps even a cult.

The adventures in his solitude made immortal in his journals, kept me watching the movie instead with full intent and in fact, hmmm it has left this inkmark on me that i've been researching about him too.

In his self-chosen battle and journey , he lived life to discover the depths of nature,silence,self-sufficiency and intense idealism as influenced by  Jack London, Leo Tolstoy, W. H. Davies, and Henry David Thoreau.

The tragedy of his end is like some stinging claw on my heart as he died realizing too late and imagining way back in the arms of his loved ones.  His body was found dead on September 6, 1992, weighing an estimated 67 pounds (30 kg). Believed to have died by starvation or speculated poison from an ingested toxic seed. He tore the final page from Louis L'Amour's memoir, Education of a Wandering Man, which contains an excerpt from a Robinson Jeffers poem titled "Wise Men in Their Bad Hours":

Death's a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made
Something more equal to centuries
Than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness.
The mountains are dead stone, the people
Admire or hate their stature, their insolent quietness,
The mountains are not softened or troubled
And a few dead men's thoughts have the same temper.

On the other side of the page, McCandless added, "I HAVE HAD A HAPPY LIFE AND THANK THE LORD. GOODBYE AND MAY GOD BLESS ALL!"