The Meaning Of This Quote...

“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.” -Alex super tramp

The meaning of Chris's words is that life is like a closed cage, a closed cage that we have been accustomed too. He also means that in this life we live our imagination and spirit is being forced to not cross the lines of comfort. I agree with Chris because he is right. Everybody in this life is caged and nobody thinks outside of the box. Everybody expects everything to be done for them. Everybody believes that everything has been done and they just give up on trying making an invention even better. Everybody is happy with the way things are and they don’t have to work that hard to get what they want.   

Chris embraced these beliefs by escaping the society and actually changing his way of life to the way he wanted things to be. He began a life in which no day was ever the same as the other. Everyday was now an adventure. Every road he took brought something new and everything he did he had to work hard for; just the way he wanted his life to be and the way he liked it. He no longer needed the comfort of society or the protection of society he now just needed the spirit of determination and adventure.

My life has been conditioned to a life of security conformity and conservation by the fact that everything I need I will always have. I know everything will be okay because I have the protection of my family and I know nothing bad will happen. I know that everything will stay the same and that there will never be any drastic changing to the way of life I am accustomed to. If there could every be a moment that I could meet Chris I think he ask me if I am happy with the way of life I have. I think he would encourage me to take a chance and escape this prison we have to call reality. He would encourage me to run away and never look back because looking back would just make me change my mind and that wouldn’t help me at all. I think he would tell me to live my life as if I would die tomorrow and dream as if I would live forever.

Questions answered

1) Explain what Chris means in this selection in your own words.  Was he right or wrong?

2) In what ways did Chris embrace and then exemplify these beliefs?

3) How has your life been conditioned to a life of security, conformity and conservatism?  If you could meet Chris, what do you think he would specifically question about your life?  What do you think he would encourage you to do?

Poems For The Soul Of A Hitch Hiker

Wanting An Escape

I find myself laying on this floor of mine, oh what I wouldn’t give, To feel just fine. There’s so much more to me, then what you see, I’ve been through so much, Id give anything to be free. I’ve sacrificed my heart to someone who doesn’t care, Someone who wouldn’t even be there. I give it my all, and every time I think of it, on the floor is where I fall. I’ve been talked down, everyone expects me to smile, But all I wear is a frown. Ashley Perkins The theme of this poem is escape. This poem can relates to Chris Mccandles in the sense that everyone expected him to be something and do something he didn't want to do. He just wanted to escape the society that criticized him and judged him for every little thing he did. He wanted to be free and experience the real world and he was just awaiting the moment to escape. A dream he actually accomplished. I hate the high society High society was pompously spurious; blowing pricelessly precious moments of sacrosanct life; in wisps of obnoxiously sleazy cigar smoke, High society was abhorrently malicious; invidiously castigating its own counterpart behind their back; while garnering a sanctimonious smile in front of the same, High society was inconspicuously threadbare; harboring diabolically ominous tendencies for the miserably oppressed; evolving castles of rotting currency on their poignantly scarlet blood, High society was spuriously ostentatious; diffusing the entire tenure of their claustrophobic life; in dungeons of hideously ungainly manipulation, High society was brutally tyrannical; indiscriminately lambasting the diminutively innocent; to baselessly inundate their venomous treasuries; with even the very last iota of food in their impoverished stomachs, High society was insanely ludicrous; unrelentingly dictating the poor to polish their worthless shoes; then wholeheartedly laughing their hearts out; admiring their capriciously grotesque reflection in the same, High society was ghoulishly devilish; preposterously drinking wine in the realms of their own cheaply glittering chambers; while the immaculately blissful commoner shivered uncontrollably; in the acridly freezing maelstrom outside, High society was ambiguously hypocrite; perennially breaking hearts like frigid matchsticks; with their devilishly unholy promise towards the chapter of resplendent life, High society was truculently unforgiving; cold-bloodedly treating even the most inadvertently committed of mistakes; with the vindictively gory heel of their satanic shoe, High society was abominably authoritative; salaciously dictating their unfathomable graveyard of whims and woes; upon the wonderfully ingratiating fabric of eternal mankind, High society was treacherously bombarding; demonically marauding the symbiotically triumphant happiness of every righteous household; with raunchily stinking notes of indescribable corruption, High society was surreptitiously precarious; giving you the merciless slip towards the corpses of ultimate death; when you thought you had secured an invincible stranglehold on the fortress of bountiful life, High society was heinously wasting; inviting their snobbishly silken cats to eat in plates of fathomlessly scintillating silver; while the disastrously orphaned urchin was breathing his very last outside, High society was egregiously parasitic; barbarically sucking rivers of blood to rejuvenate their meaningless lives; when all what they actually needed was just two droplets of holistic water, High society was indefatigably fretting; agonizingly complaining about God’s panoramically resplendent creation; just because the Sun filtered an iota too more through their murderously tinted glass, High society was a ridiculously dead skeleton; incessantly witnessing the Lord’s beautifully fragrant creation through glasses of lecherously licentious wine; and then collapsing into countless bits of worthless chowder; as the wind increased its pace even an inconspicuously exhilarating trifle, High society was ruthlessly heartless; malevolently betraying the souls of impregnably true lovers; morbidly incarcerating them within jailhouses of sanctimonious status; caste; creed and tribe, High society was tumultuously penalizing; lunatically violating God’s every divinely virtue; having the wealth to purchase every confectionary with the opulence in their pockets; yet remaining a sordid failure in the pages of existence, High society was a robotic tycoon; self-conceitedly squelching the winds of voluptuously regale artistry and breath; with inclemently mechanical behavioral patterns; all throughout the day and enchanting night, High society was a uxorious dog; uncontrollably wagging its criminally slavering tongue; at even the most fugitively ethereal insinuation of titillation and extra wealth, High society was parsimonious mosquito; nonsensically disseminating its affluence on nubile vixen and bawdiness; bereft of even the tiniest beat of perpetual love in its insides, High society was a hollow termite; horrifically guzzling the threads of harmony; symbiotism; unity; with its canines of torturously vengeful prejudice, High society was an asphyxiating web; which tightened the noose of its ill will more tautly upon you every unfurling minute; derogatorily drowning the element of sparkling truth in your persona; with its gutters of inevitable lies, High society was torturously imprisoning; crippling the wings of your fascinatingly seductive freedom not only for this; but for an infinite more lives, High society was a boundless sea allright; but without even the most mercurial trace of waves; compassion and sensuously redolent togetherness, High society was an ostracizing gallows; lividly laughing at traumatizing sorrow around them; basking in the glory of their falsely fiasco brawn and might, High society was arrogantly deceitful; bending down like a obeisant snail in front of lambasting superpowers; whereas the Creator ruled every bit of this endless Universe; ever since the moment it was born, High society was unreasonably questioning; wretchedly molesting innocuous organisms; for ostensibly no fault of theirs or their humbly humanitarian kind, High society was an impudent stone; shattering not only the truthful glasses; but the irrefutably patriotic conscience of a synergistically common man, High society was pretentiously civilized; behaving like a astronomically nail polished angel on the bustling streets; while ripping each other apart worse than what wolves could execute; in the bloodstained upholstery of their castle room, High society was pugnaciously blinded; maniacally overlooking even the most magnificently majestic empathy around; in the monstrously debilitating shine of incongruous coin, And although it was unfortunate but true that I was born amidst its integrally sodomizing cradle; I had; am; and will always hate the high society till the end of my time; and in every blessed life of mine…. Nikhil Parekh This poem is about hate and society. This might be a poem Chris read. I believe he would appreciate this poem because this talks about how corrupt society is.It also states how society is unethical. The poem's mood is hatred and disgusted , the same emotion Chris had for society.This is a poem that might have spoken to Chris,and hopefully this poem will actually speak to everyone. This poems might have been the literature themes that Chris might have read.

A Life Changing Experience

"Another day on my journey to Hollywood. It seemed like years when it has just been a little over a year. Who would have thought that I would be here." That’s all that came to my mind as I walked across the Hollywood walk of fame. My impatience was killing me I couldn’t wait to find a job and try to live here. The joy I felt overwhelmed me Just to know that i'm stepping the place where the famous people once stood and walked. As I got up and walked away from the walk of fame I ran into this pole. On the pole there was a poster that said they needed a waiter. I saw a great opportunity for a stable job.

I ran around town looking for the restaurant. When I finally got there I took another look at the poster to make sure I had the address right when I noticed the fine print said 18 and up age required. My heart fell now how I would find money to buy food. So with a disappointment in my heart I walked away from the restaurant. Since I was depressed I just looked at my wore down shoes I had on. Then I crashed into the well dressed elderly lady. "Sorry miss...I wasn’t looking" “its okay. My name is Joy. What about you?" My name is Estephany." She then asked me what I was doing and why I was alone and looked a mess. "Well I came on this expedition that I think will change my life. As they say you have to make or be the change you want to see." “I see. Do your parents know your here?" "No" “A youngster like you will die in this society. I bet you are hungry." "Yes I am but I have no money no job no house and no food." "How about you come with me and work as my maid. You will have a stable job food and house." “Thank you so much." So she took me to her car and told me that her house wasn’t that far away from here.

 It was a fifteen minute drive when we stared to pull up to this big white house that appeared to be a mansion. The garage we pulled into was like a mini house. We came out the car and I started to walk towards the front lawn which seemed to have its one garden and the walk path was a collage of rocks of many sizes and colors. The door was twice as big as me and the inside was an artistic piece of architecture. “Well here we are. I will show you to your room and you can take a shower and I will bring you some clothes that I think will fit you.” Once I got out of the shower this beautiful silk shirt was set on the bed and these nice pair of jeans that fit perfectly.

 I went downstairs to find Joy. I walked into a kitchen and saw her cooking. I went up to her and asked where her husband was and where the clothes were from. “My husband is no longer with us, he is now watching us from above and the clothes are from my daughter who is also watching over me.” “I’m so sorry to hear such a thing, but may I ask how they passed.” “It was September 4 when my husband, daughter and I were coming back from a road trip and we were tired. My husband was driving when a deer jumped right in front of the car and we crashed into a truck that was going at highway speed. My daughter and husband died on impact. I was just badly injured.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” “We are a wealthy family and well I don’t think I will live for that much and I don’t have anyone to leave my money to. I want you to have the money.” “ME!! Why me?” “You seem like a person that has ambition, so I want you to have the money and you can do what every you want with it.” “Do you like to travel?” “Yes I do.” “Well with the money I am going to buy a RV and we will hire a driver that will take us on a road trip.” “But I can’t leave the house alone.” “Yes you can just pack your stuff.” The next day we went to buy an RV and we hired a driver who was willing to drive us cross country. “Who would have thought that my life could change in such little time? I guess I was the change in my life and it had a wonderful impact on the life of another. I guess good things do come to those who wait.” 

Was it a coincidence...???

Rapture of the deep... was it his fault or not.....?

I am Estephany ace reporter in search of the truth behind the Audrey Mestre death.I have located a juicy article which states all the information that can help me process my theory. In the article Rapture of the Deep Audrey dies. Everyone is saying that Pipin Ferreras was the one who planned the murder. I disagree with all of these people. I think everything that happened was just a coincidence. The fact that Pipin was willing to let Audrey bet his record really says a lot considering the fact that Pipin is a very competitive person. He also wanted Audrey to go beyond his record. Even though many signs point to Pipin being the one who caused Audrey's death, I believe it wasn’t his fault. He had prepared everything for the dive. The equipment not working was his fault but it was because the people that he had hired for that job had messed up and he decided to check but not make a complete check.

The fact that Audrey was spitting out blood once she reached the surface was that the rescue divers were going to fast and the pressure was increased at a rapid speed that caused Audrey to have less of a chance to survive. Her body had imploded. The fact that there was no rescue diver at 394 was a cause of her death. The rescue diver while cave diving. Who would have known that this was going to happen? The fact that this dive was practiced and performed many times before had made Pipin confident that Audrey was going to be safe and that she was going to do the right thing if she ever needed. Audrey was the one who didn’t act they weren’t paying attention to the time and that is the factor that killed Audrey. The fact that everyone thinks that Pipin was the one who planned all the death, in my opinion, is a lie. The fact that Pepe died the day he was diving doesn't mean that Pipin wanted to kill his competition. Don't you think he would have gone for his enemy if he actually wanted to kill his competition? Why kill the one that he loves?