On the Road

Why do I suddenly want to open a blog on the net? Why do I use “On the Road” as the name of the blog? I really do not have the clear answer, just feel I like and I want. Once a time, when I was chatting with Kai Chang, one of my best friends, about my “idea life”, I said that I hope that I could back to Canada as a long-distance truck driver in the future. I just want to drive the truck roaming in the North America with a professional camera, to record its people, its landscape, its culture……everything which I am interested in, especially its autumn what I like the best. At last, Kai just recommended me to read the novel, ON THE ROAD. ON THE ROAD is a novel written by Jack Kerouac in 1957. It is really a very lousy novel, just like a very common highway in the North America. I cannot remember anything in the novel when I finished, only impress one sentence in my head “where the life bring me to, where I am walking”. Do not know why, I just like born as a long-distance truck driver. When I know how to drive, the thing which I like most is to driving for thousand miles lonely, from one city to another city. In fact, I am not interested in any city on the road, I just enjoy my time on the road. Especially in the night, listening my favorite music, sinking myself in the boundless darkness, throwing the noisy world away, just thinking and thinking, and recalling the memories in my deep soul which I locked and do not want to show to others. Only in this time, I can forget all lousy things in the daily life, can relax my soul, and can throw all worries to the darkness behind me. Yes, it may be the image of my real life. Since I was a boy, I have moved from one city to another, never have stayed in a city for more than 7 years. Sometimes, I just think that I always repeat the same thing in my life, moving to an unknown city, knowing some friends, then leaving the city to another without say good-bye. Just feel I am a long-distance truck driver, running on an endless highway，never know where is the final destination, and never could predict what will be seen, who will be meet and what will be happened after next turn. Yes, I think it is my real life, endless and insipid, but with so may surprises and disappointment, excitement and depression, and never know whether today is the best of my life. To write this blog is just want to record my feeling and emotion when I want write something, I do not care whether someone does really read it. Just do it.