Day 4get a job, hippie.
Another day, and I'm sitting here watching another beautiful sunrise. It strikes me that something so beautiful goes to waste: It happens every day, yet, like the tree that falls in the forest "without making a noise," nobody in the world sees it.
I wish to preach, not the doctrine of ignoble ease, but the doctrine of the strenuous life, the life of toil and effort, of labor and strife; to preach that highest form of success which comes, not to the man who desires mere easy peace, but to the man who does not shrink from danger, from hardship, or from bitter toil, and who out of these wins the splendid ultimate triumph.So you intentionally went out to an inhabited island with supplies you thought you would need, with the knowledge that you would be "rescued" in 7 days time. The island itself was teeming with easy-to-procure food sources, devoid of any real threat to human health. How is that a strenuous life? Did you get your calloused hands back after this week on the island? You were a well-prepared tourist. Your writing is enough to interest those who are stuck in their office jobs, but this is no tale of Man surviving The Wilds, becoming hardened and tough.
The world is your execise-book, the pages on which you do your sums.... What does it say about this guy that, when he gets bored with killing things, he starts numbering them so he can keep track of them?
It is not reality, although you can express reality there if you wish.
You are also free to write nonsense, or lies, or to tear the pages.
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