
Re-reading On The Road (Jack Kerouac). It's hard not to fall hard for this book. Life just opened up for me, I remember I read it first when i was just 17 and my life...my brain couldnt actually process this new information. It was like I had been living a certain way, comfortably, happily and suddenly I was presented this new possibility and I didn't dare to turn my back on it. It seemed too important. Kerouac described his generation as the lost generation, and whats to argue that our generation, my generation isn't also a lost generation. I sure do feel lost at times, is my future safe, should I worry if it's safe or not, if I worry about this will I miss out on life's excitement, should I embrace it, are there too many restrictions too many rules...feeling guilty for things that previous generations didn't think twice about...not feeling guilty about things that previous generations did feel guilty about...is technology distracting from what's important...what the hell is important do we know? Will we know...should we know? Or maybe thats all we are supposed to do...spend our life on a journey trying to discover this meaning and hopefully be rewarded with some answer at the end, but by which time it will be too late to divulge our knowledge with anyone else, and so they cycle continues...This confuses me about 95% of the time but there is that 5% were I have moments of tranquility, understanding (or possibly not caring anymore). Some day I wont have a definite answer...but I will have a better one.