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Into The Wild

Into the wild 

  He went

   To be alone

    Fed up with the demands of western society

    Fed up with relationships 

    Tired of all the pressure

    Burnt out by the grind

    With a deep desire to be in nature


All alone . . .

   He was a young man

     With a bright future 

     Who went into the Alaskan wilderness

To be

All 

Alone

     He survived for awhile

      And might’ve even found some peace in the solitude for a few weeks

     But then he started to get lonely 

      Really lonely

     And he realized

     A little too late

     That he needed people

     He realized

    A little too late

    That we need relationships

   

  And he died

All alone

 

   One of the last things he wrote down was,


   "Happiness is only real when shared."


Happiness is only real when shared . . .


Even if our emotional relationships are incredibly complicated,

Even when we know we will eventually be hurt by them,

Even if they leave us completely vulnerable,


Happiness


is only real


when shared.


And that’s according to a man who thought he could live alone. 



CH 12/29/25

 
 
 

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