On the Road


Today I walked into a bookstore and let myself be carried through, not looking for any one book in particular. I found that being in the present and not worrying so much about finding the perfect book to be a really enjoyable experience. Bookstores are really art galleries if you have the right mindset. I eventually stumbled upon On the Road by Jack Kerouac, which has been on my list of books to read, so I picked it up and off I went.

Within these pages lives the essence of my dearest friend Joel, who is forever suggesting road trips and planning voyages across the globe. Since I've known him, he has brought out life in me that I didn't know existed.

This book is about the journey. As soon as the main character gets to where they wanted to go, they pick up their bags and start heading the other way. There's something about the constant pursuit of life, that feeling of never being able to settle down, that really resonates with me.

A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

The problem with constantly moving and being on your own life's journey, is that it is extremely rare that anyone's path will line up with yours for very long. It may last for a day, for a long conversation in a coffee shop, or a couple years in school. Eventually the time comes to say goodbye, or you slowly drift apart. Perhaps these moments are what life is all about. There is something so incredibly pure about connecting with someone and being able to let go of all weight on your shoulders, until the world catches back up with you. I can't make it last, but the times where my path aligned with someone else's define some of the best experiences of my life. The pain I feel is for the times where nothing mattered except that one person, frozen pizza, or conversation. Until we meet again, and if we never do I guess that's just life.