S.O.S.

I accept defeat, I overestimated myself, underestimated the country, and my end is close now. I am hungery, I need help. I always pushed people away, believed that mankind was created to survive in the nature, therefore can live off the land, return to its basic, primitive instincs. I've been in the wild for almost four months I presume, and I don't think I will last any longer. Now I am facing death, it looks me right in the eye, ironically laughing, since I donated all my money to OXFAM, a foundation that fights hunger, and here I am dying because of lack of food. If I die here, in my magic bus, at least I will die representing what I believe in. If someone ever finds out my rotten body, maybe wonder what brought me in the middle of nowhere, maybe that someone look my life up and be inspired by my story, my journey and my tragic end. I am leaving a mourning family and beloved friends such as Wayne Westerberg and Jan Burres, but I hope that the ones that understood why I had to do this will remember me fondly, and the ones that refused to see my perspective will see I was dead-serious about my intentions, I was stubbornly connected to my ideals, and my hatred towards the society was worth dying for.
Here I am still talking and trying to justify my ideals, when those stupid thoughts are slowly torturing me, and pushing me nearer to the cliff of life, the pit of death lures my soul in, whispering in my ear that my death is near.
Mom and Dad, how could you betray us like that! Lie to our faces, after years of love and trust, you made us trust you people like no one else, and betray us. How could you? And after I found out, I never could believe a word you people said, how could I?
Beloved sis, I am sorry that I couldn't contact you during my odyssey, and I won't have the chance to explain how wonderful it was, a two year long tramping followed by a few months of primitive experiences in the nature. If I will get a chance to talk to you, I would like to say that you are the most important person in this huge world for me, and the only one that I actually care about. I am sorry that I will cause sorrow in your life, that I will be the reason why you shed tears.
Good-bye everyone, every single drop of water, every leaf and every note of music.
Chris McCandless dies today, Alexander Supertramp died long before, when I accepted defeat and failure.

Freedom Tastes Even Better Than I Thought !

Integrating with the Nature

Me in the wild, happiness runs through my veins like never before...

My first step INTO THE WILD

Jim, even though he asked all those questions out of kindness, drowned me throught out our short car trip down to Stampede Trail. He had the courtesy to take me in, my last hitchhiking adventure, my last few hours in civilization. He kept on asking if I head the necessary gear, how will I hunt if I didn't have a hunting license, I should call him if I make it out there, I should contact my family, Are there any close ones that knows about my reckless trip, and so on. But thanks to my parents, and all the people that never stopped talking about things that I didn't care, or didn't want to listen, I learned how to not hear what they are saying. I just turn my focus inwards, to my soul, that was a few miles away from being absolutely free of the modernised concerns, and only will have to worry about basic human needs. Living off the land, primitively will clense my spirit from the dirt of the society. I tried to tell Jim that he had no chance to dissuade me, that I planned this my how life, and I won't run into anything I can't deal with on my own, and he finally accepted my wild idea, even though not willingly. I appreciated his way of supporting me, I was able to see that his concerns were sincere, and he was also kind of admiring my intelligence as he got to know me. And as he realised I was aware of what I was doing, that I wasn't some teenager that saw a few pictures of the Alaskan wilderness, jumped on a bus and decided to live out there, in the nature just to prove his masculinity. I offered him my watch, my comb and my money. He refused to take them, but I didn't need them in the wild, the unorganised nature did not require any materialistic belongings in exchange of food, water or shelter, you just have to work a little for the nature to grant you those. I told Jim that if he didn't take the watch, I'm going to throw it away, I don't want to know what time it is, I don't want to know what day it is or where I am. None of them matters in the wild. What is time anyway, it is supposed to be endless, infinite, but mankind divided it into segments, to captivate themselves between those segments of time. Now I am breaking free out of my cell, my captivation in the society's prison ends NOW.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being FREE!

The summer wind breezing through my hair, making me feel lighter, since I accomplished what the society emposed on me to be a succesful healthy young man. To be a University Graduate. What an unnecessary burden on teenage minds that wish to search themselves in the nature, to seek happiness, to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. SOCIETY, I'm talking to you! I did what you wanted me to do. It is now my chance to do what I want, instead of what my father, my mother, my friends, our neighbohrs, an employer in a company wants me to do, but what I WANT! Seeing how proud my father and mother was today made me feel disgusted. After all these years they never did appreciate my ideals, never approved my thoughts and now they are happy that I followed the path they created for me to follow. They ignore what I say or think! I'm going to have to be real careful not to accept any gifts from them, becasu they will think they have bought my respect. To run away from the ones that misunderstand me, to find new people that will accept and be open-minded about my opinions, I'm going to dissapear for a while. Now I'm headed to west, for an odyssey in the fullest sense of the word, for an epic journey that would change everything. As I drive west out of Atlanta, I intend to invent an utterly new life for myself. From this day on, I leave Chris McCandless behind for the people that care about the illusion of my soul, and I move on as Alexander Supertramp, master of my own destiny.