I’m starting to feel like there isn’t a destination on this road. The book is, of course, titled The Road, but I’m wondering if maybe the point is that they never find where they’re trying to go. It seems the little boy is trying to go to heaven, or hell, or whatever, but the man just wants to wander as long as he’s somewhere with his son. The place he’s trying to get to probably doesn’t exist anymore, honestly. He’s probably trying to get somewhere safe.
This is probably something important to keep in mind, honestly. We spend a lot of time in this life trying to get from point A to point B. I don’t blame them. I do this too. We live in a fast paced community, at least I do, and it is natural for us to miss the things we pass by on the way. Which sucks. I actually like smelling roses, if you know what I mean.
But it’s not just smelling the roses, taking in the scenery. It’s actually being a part of it. It’s feeling the people you’re with and accepting who you are in the moment. It’s understanding the direction you’re heading corresponds to the direction your life is heading. Is that where you really want to go? That’s something you can find out. That’s something you can thank McCarthy for.
I know this is a short post, and I don’t have much of an excuse other than the fact that I believe in these statements more than any of the others I have posted. I feel they are more true.
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