Christopher Johnson Mccandless: A Real Life Myth
Christopher Johnson McCandless died in an abandoned bus in Alaska. The last entry in his journal was simply "Beautiful berries." His body was found by a hunter. It weighed around 30 kg. Sounds like a bad ending? It may have been, but it followed the adventure of a lifetime.
Chris, who called himself Alexander Supertramp, died at 24 years old. It may seem short, but during his last to years he became a real-life myth, a true romantic. He set out on his journey to Alaska just after graduating college. Despite his academic success, it was said by his peers that he "marched to the beat of a different drummer". He refused to find a well-paid job, get a house and settle down after graduation, choosing instead to pursue his dream of travelling to
Alaska.
Durng his journey through the United States he gradually let go of mundane things, like his car or later money in general. He's inspiring in a way that only a true tragic story can be – he shows young people that what matters is not the length of your live, but the quality. Everyone will die at some point anyway, so should we bother living up to the social expectations or should we focus only on achivieing pure happiness?
I sure know what Alexander Supertramp would answer to that. And I truly believe it should be everyone's answer.
Chris, who called himself Alexander Supertramp, died at 24 years old. It may seem short, but during his last to years he became a real-life myth, a true romantic. He set out on his journey to Alaska just after graduating college. Despite his academic success, it was said by his peers that he "marched to the beat of a different drummer". He refused to find a well-paid job, get a house and settle down after graduation, choosing instead to pursue his dream of travelling to
Alaska.
Durng his journey through the United States he gradually let go of mundane things, like his car or later money in general. He's inspiring in a way that only a true tragic story can be – he shows young people that what matters is not the length of your live, but the quality. Everyone will die at some point anyway, so should we bother living up to the social expectations or should we focus only on achivieing pure happiness?
I sure know what Alexander Supertramp would answer to that. And I truly believe it should be everyone's answer.