Rather than love, than money, than faith, give me truth
I just saw into The Wild.
It reminded me a little bit of my life in Canada.
Minus all the hitchhiking, and complete isolation.
It reminded me of simpler times. Of idealism only distance from society can bring.
I remember going mile after mile in complete happiness.
I remember telling my self that pain is weakness leaving the body.
Now this body is full of the weakness once forgotten with a few new ones I had no idea I had.
It’s time to go back to the wild.