Postface – Roadtrip: The ¡Gramango! Edition #6

Postface

That Was Roadtrip

Well, there you have it. That was Roadtrip.

“That was Roadtrip?” grandMother asks, her lips struggling to keep up with the rest of her mouth.

“That was Roadtrip,” I say victoriously.

“So what’s this next shit you’re going to read to me, then?”

Thank you for reading! Since getting home I have done a bit of thinking on the experience and I feel ready to reflect on the trip now.

“Oh boy.”

Now that I’ve done a bit of it on my own, I’m starting to see the importance of traveling, of leaving the place you spend most of your time to spend some of that time somewhere else on this magnificent planet. There is only so much one can learn by keeping in line with the status quo of the land one calls home. Expanding one’s horizons isn’t strictly essential, but it can do a lot to heighten one’s perspective and raise one’s level of consciousness, so to speak. As far as I see it, the higher you can get, the better!!

I have a Gruncle Stephen who can accurately be described as a very worldly gentleman. An antiquey kind of guy, he’s spent most of his life buying, refinishing, repairing, and reselling antique furniture; at one point in his life, he worked on a desk that was once owned by Theodore Roosevelt. The man is very big on traveling and especially on taking roadtrips; he can, and has many times before, hop in a car and drive for more than twelve hours in a single day without breaking a sweat, and it shows when you talk to him. No matter the context or the situation, he’ll have a story for you so full of humor and insight, so alive with his own individual wisdoms that you’ll feel like you’ve been traveling with him for years, while at the same time he’s as down to Earth as the dirt of the Habitat for Humanity construction sites where he works in his spare time. It’s exactly that kind of fullness of being and human genuinity that gets nourished by traveling. Before I took this roadtrip I never really considered traveling, but now I’m counting down the days until I can hit the road again.

Metaphorically speaking, that is. I don’t see myself driving more than two hours in one sitting for quite some time now.

Another theme I found myself contemplating over the course of this trip was friendship. What exactly makes somebody a friend? Is it time spent together, experiences shared, a history owned by two beings? Or is it merely compatibility, a function of chance that two beings of a similar shade happen to meet up and enjoy one another’s company? Is it the sharing of a passion, a collaboration between two for the mutual enjoyment of one of life’s niches? Maybe; all this may certainly play a role, but as far as I understand it, friendship is much, much simpler.

Recently whilst trespassing on Fakebook, I read a quote about love that said something along the lines of Love is not a feeling, it is a commitment. That resonated with me; compatibility aside, history aside, everything one normally attributes to love aside, what remains are two things: that warm, fuzzy feeling you get in the pit of your chest when you’re around your significant other, and the commitment, the mutual promise you’ve made to one another to always be there. The feelings are as powerful as they are fleeting, and are more the result of love than the cause itself; the commitment, on the other hand, is the cedar log that provides fuel to the fire that is the feeling of love. I see friendship in a similar way, the difference being the intensity of the glow. To be a friend, all one must do is be there when someone needs them. The opposite, in turn, must also be true; if somebody is your friend, they will be there for you when you need them. Take Mike and the Fishers, for example; neither parties were given more than two days’ notice I was coming to stay with them. In hindsight, I realize this was pretty fucking intrusive and inconvenient on my part, but what can I say? I don’t take vacations very often. Plan in advance, lesson learned.

Anyway, the Fishers and I had talked about a potential roadtrip a couple times in months prior, but the actual plans for this trip were made literally two or three days before I left. And Mike, Mike didn’t find out I was coming until I was practically on my way to his home. These are not stagnant beings, either – Mike and Brenna are enlisted in the US Navy, they leave for work before 0600 hours every single day; Ronnie Fisher is a teacher at his local high school and Margaret Fisher works at a hospital as the head of the ICU. These humans do not have time, yet with hardly any notice at all, they all made time in their busy lives to accommodate me without the slightest bit of fuss.

A sad fact of today’s world is that many humans are more than willing to pretend to be your friend if they think they’ll get something out of you. Whether that be money, work, food, whatever, humans are just plain willing to use other humans as if they were an object, a soulless automaton incapable of feeling. It’s often difficult to tell who your real friends are, but when you know, you do know. Real friends are treasures meant to be cherished dearly, that’s why I’ve dedicated this book to them.

Lastly, I would like to muse about life. In Running I asked the question What is life? and the only answer I could come up with was It’s weird, and I’m not even the first one to realize that. In this book, the one you just read, I wrote on simulation theory, which is basically the belief that what we call reality isn’t real but actually a simulation of reality (most likely a computer simulation) controlled by a highly advanced civilization out in real reality. Even if that is true, does that make our reality any less real?

When you go for a hike, doesn’t the wind hit your face? Don’t you feel that slight chill run up your back as you’re engulfed by a gust of air, just for it to be melted away when the sun blankets you with a beam of its light? Don’t you see the vast landscape before you as you taste that crisp and juicy hunk of apple flesh you bit into your mouth? Aren’t you experiencing everything around you, don’t you perceive it all? Even if it isn’t real to some theoretical being who may or may not be out there, isn’t it real to you?

I say all that to say this: life is for the living. A human called Alan Watts once said, “Reality is but a Rorschach inkblot.” As far as I can understand, this means that reality is up for interpretation, therefore every perspective which looks at it will have a slightly unique view of things. By extension, this also means that reality can be whatever one wants it to be, so long as one tries hard enough to make it that way. It may take effort, but whatever one wants to achieve can be achieved within one’s lifetime. For those of us who’re willing to put in the work and exert ourselves for what we want, the endgame awaits. For those of us who aren’t, those of us who no longer dream and want nothing more out of life than to turn food into waste until they turn to waste themselves one day, well, they are probably long dead on the inside already. Just wait around, time will take care of the rest.

Thank you once again for reading this book. If you’re thinking about going traveling, do it. If you’re thinking about taking a risk that could benefit your life in untold capacities were it to work out, do it. If you’re thinking about living life instead of just existing here, please, for the love of life, do it.

And above all else, be well~


This has been the postface of the book Roadtrip: The ¡Gramango! Edition. Here is everything you need to know about it:

Roadtrip
The ¡Gramango! Edition

  • A satirical travel novella about an author reading the actual travel novella to his grandmother
  • Book stats:
    – 202 pages
    – 37,117 words
    – Spiral: The Highest One Writing | Arc: II
    – Series: W-63 | Entry: 2
    – Revision Date: June 10, 2021
  • Click here to read the book for free
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    Signed Paperback: $14.00

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