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Into The Wild, With Flowers In Your Hair

I walked into the airport in Seattle, ready to fly to San Francisco. I was checking in, and the kiosk I was using gave me the option to change my seat. I mostly fly on the East Coast, and really only on Airtran Airways, and on Airtran it costs money to change your seat. This time however, it was free, so I decided “What the hell” and hit the button. I immediately noticed I was in the back row, all the way on the left. There wasn't even a window, it was almost as if it used to be additional storage, but decided to put half a seat there to make an extra couple of dollars. There were two other seats open, one center seat about 3 rows from the back, and one in center of the very first row of coach. “Hot damn,” I thought, and I grabbed the seat at the front of coach.

I got onto my plane, and noticed there was no where in front of me to put my bag, and the flight attendant made me put it in overhead storage (which I hate using). The plane was about half filled when another guy who looked about my age (19) sat down in the window seat next to me. He had kind of scraggly, unkempt hair, and an earring that looked like (and probably was) just a woodchip through his left ear. He sat down next to me, and the flight attendant immediately yelled at him to put his bags up above. We exchanged grumblings about having to put our stuff up, and then we started talking.

“It's weird being in an airplane again,” Marty commented, looking around uncomfortably. “In fact it's kind of weird to be surrounded by people.” I asked if it was his first time flying, and he responded “No, I've just been... out of touch with the world for a while.” He then went on to tell me about how he had just spent the past four months by himself in a log cabin in the woods of Northern Minnesota, fifty miles from the nearest road. He told me about how he was in the backwater bar in Minnesota, talking to some loggers. This one logger was telling Marty about his grandfather had built a log cabin up north a long time ago, but no one had had time to go there in fifteen years. Marty thought about it for a second, and then asked the logger “How much?” The logger was a bit taken back, and replied cautiously “Nine hundred dollars?” Marty wrote him a check on the spot, and then met back up with the logger the next day for a topographical map. “It's the only way you can find it,” the logger said. Since it's so far from any roads, you have to find the right hills, follow streams and rivers, and take the correct forks. Marty got some equipment, and then headed off.

He arrived in the closest town (50 miles from the cabin) and proceeded to make three trips to the cabin. He was hiking the whole time, so he could only carry so much. He arrived towards the end of winter, and had some trouble the first month. He shot three bucks, but didn't preserve the meat of the first two correctly and the bodies were covered in flies and maggots within 45 minutes. The third one he did right, but had to dry the meat in a corner of his cabin for a month. He said “it smelled like a dead animal.” He paused, and then laughed and added “Well I guess it was a dead animal.” The cabin had a wood stove, a wooden desk, some candles, and not much else.

He spent a lot of time cleaning up the cabin and the surrounding area (no one had been there for 15 years), and spent the rest of his days hunting small game (rabbit, squirrel), fishing (in lakes so clear you could see 30 feet below the surface), and exploring. He told me about how he used a series of pink bandannas to tie around trees, so he could find his way home. When exploring, he'd tie them around trees as he was about to get out of sight of the previous one. On the way back home, he'd untie and collect them, leaving no trace he was ever there. When he arrived back home, he would sit at his desk and read books, write, and draw.

Why do People Fail: My Opinion

On Ideas in the Making

Note this is a long post detailing my thoughts and what I learned in the last 2 months since I was gone. Bolding in lines I felt needed to be emphasized.

First a personal story.

I stopped blogging for the past month and half because an opportunity came along, but in reality the opportunity had always been there. For the longest time I wanted to make money online, from my computer and one of my friends told me about this great, low risk way to make money online, but I didn’t believe it and I always had an excuse. I would post on this blog, learn languages, spend time biking around exploring etc. and use all that to rationalize not giving my friends proposition a shot. My friend kept telling me he could help me at anytime, it would cost him almost nothing to get me on board, and in fact it would be of great help to him. Once in a while I would help out, but I wouldn’t see the money in it. The job required me to be on and aware over a long period of time. I just didn’t feel it was worth it.

Then one day, when I was having one of my long bike rides around the city I asked myself why has one month passed and nothing changed? Yeah I’ve gotten a bit better at Japanese and German, I’d read some good books like The Art of Learning and The Slight Edge, and I’d also had some amazing food experiences and watched all of Arrested Development. But something didn’t seem right. I felt a lot of my time was going to waste. I wasn't necessarily being unproductive: my grades were doing good, I had genuinely learned a great deal about various things. I was in good shape, and was having a great time eating amazing food and meeting new people. I was overall pretty content with myself.

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