#237 Where the Road Begins- Jack Kerouac
Nobody writes discovery better than Kerouac; discovery,
adventure, wonder, and the enlightenment of youth. This is not a true short story, but it’s worthy of a look. Like a lot of what Kerouac writes, this is
part fiction, part memoir, part manifesto.
“You embark upon the Voyage, face eager, eyes aflame with
the passion of traveling, spirits brimming with gaiety, levity, and a
flamboyant carelessness that tries to conceal the wild delight with which this
mad venture fills you. You sit in the train, and you begin to feel yourself
eased away, away, away…and the gray home town is left behind, the prosaic
existence of 18 years is now being discarded into the receptacle of time.”
What could be more romantic a notion than traveling away
from home at eighteen? The excitement and kinetic mind of Kerouac makes you
want to immediately drop your things and hit the road, anyway…just go, man, go.
Reading Kerouac always reminds me how much I love reading, traveling, living. There
will never be another like him.
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