When i was about 16 years old I read the book Into the Wild by John Krakauer. Most people know the story these days because it was recently made into a film directed by Sean Penn. I watched the movie this weekend and while it didnt do the same for me that the book was able to, it conjured up some of the same feelings that i remember from that point in my life. The book is the story of Chris McCandeless, a young about the same age as I am now who decides to erase his identity and make his way accross the country without any kind of money or plan beyond reaching Alaska where he will live alone "in the wild" as he called it.

He is extreme in his actions, thoughts, and quite radical with his approach according to most standards. But as I read about the story of his journey I couldnt help but identify with him more than not and began to wonder if he was not radical at all but that the standards of the things around us have become the most radical. I respect him most for the fact that he was very well read, he understood the value of his education which is apparent with his incredibly reflective and well-formed thoughts in his journal, and he was also a dedicated runner which to me shows an apparent strength of will and also that he demanded the best from himself. He had reason and logic and still chose to live a life that most could not handle for even a day. It was quite interesting to note the differences in how i percieved this larger than life character now that I have more years behind me and what surprised me the most was that if anything i understand him more now than i did then but for completely different reasons. He grew up in a broken home, the child of an alcoholic and abusive father, and witnessed some of the ugliest of what people are able to be, on a daily basis. Anyone would run from this. On a very primal level, this need to escape and get away is an urge that most of us will fight at some point. I remember at the age of 5, i packed my minnie mouse suitcase and headed out the door. I only made it 2 blocks where i parked it beneath the branches of a large pine tree but remembering this so vividly to this day makes me thing that some of us just have this pull. A desire to be alone or to at least find some place of solitude where our thoughts can be our own. Where reflection doesnt mean you are ignoring others or missing out on something...
A few days after i read Into the Wild, i also read Tuesday's with Morrie by Mitch Albom.

He hadnt become a literary Starbucks at this point which i can be thankful for because i tend to avoid most of those phenomenons even if they are worthy of my time. The point of mentioning this is that the two books are based on completely contradictive methods of finding oneself and it was quite the mindfuck for someone such as myself in the middle of teenagedom. I remember being so stuck in the question of whether or not it was ourselves or the people around us that should be the anchor, whether or not we could find any kind of permanent answers that would give us solace at our weakest moments, whether being alone meant being lonely or if there were some kind of balance to this life of solitude that has always seemed to quietly draw me in. The kind of work that I want to do relies on this idea of connecting with others, of seeing the ugliness that we present and choosing to focus my efforts on the good that we are capable of. But it is possible to be surrounded by people and still be alone in many ways. If things go as planned I will depart for Sub-saharan Africa in November of the coming year to begin a 2 year service in the Peace Corps. It has surprised me the amount of people who have asked me how i am able to do this, just pick up and leave for such a long time and go put myself in such a new and different world. At first I thought it was because this was the most logical step towards really getting to do the kind of photography I wanted to. It would push me and give me a chance to really challenge myself to understand the kinds of situations that I believe I am willing to put myself in. The closer I get to this reality, the more honest I feel i have to be when i say that it is about this but also about the idea of the horizon. I feel compelled to go further and farther, to push myself to rethink these ideas that have become too concrete in my mind. Perhaps this is selfish but my desire to help others is no less sincere because of it. It seems that the point where Chris McCandeless and I differed the most is in the fact that I treasure the connections with the people who are closest to me so deeply that this time I face apart from them doesn't frighten me. They understand this part of me and embrace it, while I cannot say I understand it even now I am determined to use it in whatever way i can in my life to make it something that propels me in a positive direction.