On the way up to Zion, I listened to On the Road, by Jack Kerouac. It describes the restless wanderings of Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty across the country. They hitchhike, drink, drug, listen to jazz, steal, smoke, talk, philosophize, drive, work, love, leave, and stumble their way. It’s an incredible story. What resonates most with me though is their ability to just go. “The Road” is an apt symbol because it encapsulates the whim and journey of their lives. It isn’t about where you’re going, it’s about the going itself. They pick up and leave when the mood strikes them, establishing families and lives before abruptly leaving these too for more of the road. This is a lost attitude, a forgotten practice. We are too focused on destination, on commitment, on duty. Sometimes you just have to go.
I’ve also started Dharma Bums. There’s really something to that ascetic spirituality, poetry and eastern philosophies and tea and renunciation and wilderness and wander. I’m looking forward to finishing the book.