We must keep fighting.

Round and round in circles we run. We, so generously called the youth, are running against the wind. We run to stand out, we run to win, we run to breathe, we run to live, we run to be ourselves, we run to get away from our fears. Each step we take is towards a goal, sometimes we might not even know what the goal is. But we all are running. This escapade called dreams is where we all end with this running. Some find their dreams in reality, while others in sleep.How perfect is the world in our dreams, no boundaries, no restrictions, just us and our fantasy filled realistic world. Yes, it is real for us even though we may be brushed off as reckless teenagers. I am no different from you in any way. We both are constantly working against the propriety of this world to leave a mark. The feeling of invincibility is enough to make us believe that we will bring the change. The pressure upon us wears an invisibility cloak once we are doing what we love. It’s no more the pressure, in fact it turns into this adrenaline rush that forces us to make what’s expected of us our goal. Every single day trying our best to walk the path untraveled. Like E.E.Cumming said “To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing it’s best night and day to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting”. We must fight this battle within ourselves until we run out of our last breath. We must keep fighting. We must keep resisting. We must keep trying to be different.

I understand Chris McCandless from Into The Wild. He was no different than us. He was sick and tired of the fake, materialistic, demanding world around him. He thought that the only truth left in this world is in nature. People wonder how he can be generous enough to dump his car, refuse his parents who offered to buy him a new one, burn his money and just go and live of the wild. When you’re living in a world that is constantly telling you what to do, what not to do, what is right, what is wrong. When you’re living in a world that tells you the number of degrees you have determines your intelligence and qualification for a job, and not your skills. When you’re living in a world where people you thought you were closest to, turn out to be full of lies. You just want out. You no longer wish to be associated with plasticity of the people around you. I think I understand the inclination he had towards wild, because wild is sincere. No matter how hard a dog tries to talk, he is always guna bark. Animals, plants, oceans, nature in general stays true to itself even despite all the changes it goes through. But we as human beings give into what’s considered ‘normal’ in this world. When will we learn to remain true to ourselves?