i received into the wild today off my netflix queue
its about this overly-brilliant emory grad who after graduation decided he's had enough of modern society and all its "things." He burns all his identification [license, ss#, credit cards etc.] and sets out for the great unknown-to make his own adventure, I suppose. He burns all his remaining cash, parks his junker in the middle of nowhere, gets out and just walks.
the question i have and you may have,too, is why?
it seems a bit, well, MUCH. A little excessive, overboard you might say? But it's funny because these same words could be used to characterize our modern society, as well.
Now, you don't have to worry...I'm not gonna set out north to the great beyond.
But, I get it.
I know that we're apart of a generation [us and our into wild character, too]. we're cut from the same pale, bland stone. And we are desperately trying to figure out who we are and we take stabs at it occasionally. But we're only guessing. I feel strong, I mean I am strong. But how strong am I really? I am only as strong as my experiences and how difficult have they been? Some of us have been tested more than others and by no means am I trivializing anyone else's struggle.
But, as for me...as an american living in the 21st century. how good have i got it? or really---how little have I been tested?
for those of you who don't know i'm a counselor
:::thank you, thank you no applause please, I do it for the kids:::
and during meal time we make the kids watch a video series on african-AMERICAN history because most of our kids are black and don't even know when black history month is [you probably don't know either]. And on a sidenote: Yes, its shameful and its all of our faults [but some people more than others]. Anyway, we make them watch because as masters of their reeducation we exercise supreme authority [or something].
Anyway, the clip today from the series featured the Black Panthers some badass motherfuckers who decided [among other things] that they would NOT idlely standby and watch an overwhelmingly white police force abuse their people and terrorize their neighborhoods.
As you can imagine this didn't sit well with police and many an altercation did end in bloodshed.
One such young soul...was only seventeen years old and lost his life in a breakout of violence. He was only 17. I say it again because it bares repeating. Did he know that the last cause he would stand for would take his life? Did he believe it was worth dying for? Did it even matter now that he was dead? What was his last thought as the bullet pierced his chest? Is this the ultimate kind of test?
I can imagine what I would die for. I would hope that in a situation I would choose correctly-rightly [whatever that is] but I don't really know. I don't think our young panther knew either. But I'd say he had considered the idea. I mean, considering the turbulent times of the day and being a young, black, angry, hopeful, [over]confident dreamer. You had to consider dying. Or consider living for something worth dying for [which ever way you look at it].
I just wonder in all our guessing, hypothesizing, estimating...are we even close to who we think we are. Or will our deepest fears be confirmed? That we are not even close to who we say we are-that we've missed the mark entirely.