On the Road, Always

On the Road, Always

“I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.” 

― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

 

These days, it seems that almost anyone with the “travel bug” will try to justify his or her affliction by quoting one of three literary figures:

St. Augustine: “The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.”

Mark Twain: “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do…” 

Jack Kerouac: “Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.”

I was no exception to this trend.  My Facebook and blog were littered with my over-eager attempts to prove that a life of travel is the manifestation of a “carpe diem” mentality.  But as more and more of these quotes began to pop up on my social media feeds, many from people who probably couldn’t even tell you who St. Augustine was, I started to feel a sense of obligation.  If I was going to adopt Kerouac’s philosophy, I should at least have read his work. Read more