Two years he walks the earth.
No phone, no pool, no pets,
An extremist. An aesthetic voyager
whose home is the road.
So now, after two rambling years
comes the final and greatest adventure.
The climactic battle to kill
the false being within
and victoriously conclude
the spiritual revolution.
No longer to be poisoned
by civilization, he flees,
and walks alone
upon the land to become
lost in the wild.
Now you're in the wild,
what are we doing?
You're just living, man.
You're just there, in that moment,
in that special place and time.
Maybe when I get back,
I can write a book about my travels.
about getting out of this sick society.
I don't understand why people,
why every fucking person
is so bad to each other so fucking often.
It doesn't make sense to me. Judgment.
Control. All that, the whole spectrum.
- Well, it just...
- What "people" we talking about?
You know, parents, hypocrites,
This is a mistake.
Alex, you're a hell of a young guy,
a hell of a young guy.
But I promise you this.
You're a young guy! Can't be juggling
blood and fire all the time!
- Wayne, what are you talking about!
- I mean...
I'm talking about blood and fire.
We're talking about
trying to juggle blood and fire.
From "Into the Wild"