Here We Are, All Dust, All Stars

My favorite book of all time (which is neck and neck with Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass) is On The Road by Jack Kerouac. And as I was driving home from my parents house, I was listening to Matt Dillon narrate the book on a CD which I borrowed from Brianna. Things kept popping up that completely described how I felt, and although it would be my fifth time reading/listening to it, I was realizing these things for the first time. They would pass through the north and peer through the falling snow like a monk peering into the papery ancient scriptures. They'd go to Florida, where my family is now. And then Sal Paradise said:

"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? --it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."

It's truth and it is unchanging and we're all helpless. But that is what's beautiful. We're all on the road and we're traveling and in every single moment we're leaving something and heading toward something and there's nothing we can do about it because all we have is now.

Do You Realize
that everyone you know
Someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes
let them know you realize
that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round.