The Roads I Have Traveled: A Moment With Bill Reflection
Life Is a Journey
A tired cliché if there ever was one but still, true. From the moment we emerge from the womb, kicking and screaming, to that final moment when our hearts beat their last beat, we are on the road trip of life. We make decisions, we respond to stimuli, we bounce about to and fro, some moves calculated and some merely unconscious reactions.
Imagine your body as the body of a sleek roadster. Your mind is the engine and your heart the transmission, propelling you forward as each year passes. There are slick roads to be sure; there are potholes no doubt; there are also long stretches of road where all is smooth and the wind is at your back, allowing you to use cruise control for a great portion of the trip.
We do the proper maintenance. We periodically check our fluid levels. We check our tires for proper tread. We make sure those brake pads are functioning properly and we keep our eyes on the gauges for any signs of trouble…but still….there are days when we hear strange sounds coming from the engine, and there are days when for no apparent reason our car breaks down and we need a tow.
And finally there comes a day when no amount of maintenance will fix our ills and we find ourselves heading for that great salvage yard in the sky.
Come with me as I look at the roads I have traveled. Buckle up that seatbelt and get comfortable. I’m a good driver so relax and enjoy the ride.
The Obvious Highways of Life
See this map here? These are the places I have visited. There are so many places I have yet to see, and hopefully time will allow me to see them.
Born and raised in Tacoma, Washington. One day in 1979 my wife and I decided it would be interesting to live in New England, so we packed up our bags and headed for a two-year stay in Vermont. Cross-country we went, young and clueless about the risks being taken and the losses to be incurred. It was an adventure and that was enough for us.
Two years teaching in Oregon, one year teaching in Alaska, thirty-eight states visited and hundreds of thousands of miles of pavement traversed. Toss in several trips to Canada, two trips to Mexico, the random journeys to Yellowstone, Big Sur, Yosemite, Bryce Canyon, the Smoky Mountains and on and on. Standing on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial with tears in my eyes; watching the sun rise from atop Mount Rainier after a successful ascent; feeling the wind in my hair and music in my heart as I waded into the Missouri River, body-surfed the Pacific, and rafted the Deschuttes.
I have always gravitated towards the back roads, those little two-lane paths that led through farmland and backwater towns, seeing the real America and not the Madison Avenue illusion. I will stop along the side of the road, lay beneath a willow and watch the clouds drift by. I will eat at greasy diners and listen to the locals talk about crop prices and the approaching weather. I will sit in rapture as I witness the everyday activities of people from different backgrounds who share so many similarities with me.
Sleep beneath the stars under the Big Sky of Montana and dare to wonder about life’s answers. Gaze upon the seemingly endless horizons of Kansas as the wheat bends in the wind and the swallows frolic in a nearby hayloft. Talk to a Cajun in New Iberia Parish, debate with a blueblood in Boston, toss a Frisbee with a small child in Lafayette Park, and shout out in glee as the Northern Lights reflect upon the snow in Fairbanks; those memories and so many more are mine to call upon as I sit in my studio on a rainy, windy January day in Olympia.
The Not-so-obvious Highways
Moving from the concrete to the ethereal, we have those journeys traveled, not physically, but rather emotionally and psychologically.
The journey from childhood to the teens and then adulthood; the journey from single status to married status; the journey from irresponsible to parenthood; these are sojourns that cannot be found on a map but are still very real.
We say “I do” but then we don’t. We accept the schooling and then the training, always preparing for that next career move up ahead. We jockey for position along the rail in hopes to cut down the distance around the track, only to find we had planned on six furlongs when in fact the race was a mile, or we planned on a mile and forgot to sprint when the race was unexpectedly shortened.
Take a job here, take a job there, move to a nicer neighborhood, sink into debt chasing the American Dream, call the boss an asshole and have no dream at all.
And then there are the manufactured dreams, the delusional illusions brought on by alcohol and drugs. We choose excess and we choose deprivation. We embrace philosophical or we embrace the physical rush. We go the path of the caregiver or we go the path of the taker. We are the prey or the hunter, the light of hope or the shadow of darkness. We are the culmination of thousands of causes and effects, and we are randomness personified.
All on the journey of life.
And Then the Road Ends
After sixty-five years I am fully aware that my own personal journey is drawing to a close. Will there be a warning? Will the “check engine” light come on letting me know there is a breakdown that is imminent, or will I simply round a curve and have no more pavement before me? I could “live” with the first option: I could “live harder” with the second.
It’s been one hell of a trip. I can say without hesitation that I have not been cheated, and I guaran-damn-tee that I will not be cheated in the time I have left. There are still some miles left in this car of mine. The engine is purring and the transmission is still shifting smoothly. I am thrilled that I still have opportunities ahead of me. I am ecstatic that there will be other willows to lay under, that there will be other lakes to float in, that there will be other natural wonders to bow down before.
Keep your eyes peeled on the horizon. You just might see me coming up your driveway in the near future, and I’ll come bearing gifts. I promise you the gift of a smile. I promise you the gift of friendship. And I promise to infect you with the sense of wanderlust that has always been my companion.
The Beatles can finish this as well, if not better, than I can.
“I was alone, I took a ride, I didn’t know what I would find there.”
2013 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)
Comments
It is always interesting Bill, to learn more about you each time you write about yourself. I truly love the metaphors you used in describing the journey we take. Our dreams,our desires, our needs make up our map that guide us on our journey. Our experiences make us who we are. I think you have a lot more miles to pack on, keep sharing your story, and journeying safely. Thanks for a wonderful read.
So well said. Our journeys are all basically the same, and we all learn one thing. How to be tolerant of each other and ourselves. By the time we finish the ride we are wise enough to do it again, RIGHT, but it is at an end.
You always use metaphors brilliantly.
Your time sounds well spent so far and your positive approach is heartening.
I am sure there are many more winding roads and beautiful views on your horizon. :)
I have read your traveling adventures now and then and each time I come away even more inspired and changed through your shared experience. I do pray you have many more years to influence us through your writing.
I saw this one's title on your profile and just could not leave your corner before reading this. Excellent description of your journey. I believe most of us can relate. You have a wonderful talent with words, you create exciting rollercoasters with it - my description for enjoyable reading experience.
Take care, Billy. Keep air in your tyres and fuel in your tank and hope for the best.... oh, and mind the speed limit....
Fascinating insight into some of your life, bill. We all make our own roads and follow them if we dare. Usually, it's much better to accept the dare than not, even if it ends in trouble. Our experiences, good and bad, make us better people and much better equipped to understand others.
You and Bev would be welcome at my front door any day.
Ann
Thanks for sharing this wonderful hub, full of wisdom.
This is an interesting way to look at life, Bill. I love your ideas and I love the quotes, too!
Beautiful way to see life... and I hope for you that you can still enjoy life for a long time; so many beautiful things to see, fantastic experiences to live, interesting people to meet, etc.
Sometimes, I have the feeling that I have lived several lives in this lifetime because I was lucky enoug to travel, and live all kind of experiences throughout my life. I must say that I hope like you to still have a lot of time in front of me to have "several new lives" :-)
Thank you for sharing your thoughts on the subject! Have a nice evening!
Your journey across the US sounds amazing -- it's my absolute dream to road trip the States, and drive through the empty desert backroads with classic rock playing...
Of course, the mental journey of life is also difficult but rewarding. I hope that when my time comes I can truly say that I've lived.
Our lives really are filled with many roads and I wonder about the road Robert Frost wrote about...you know the one, the road not taken...I wonder if another road would have lead to a different outcome?? Of course it would have but it certainly could not have been more interesting that this one is?? Could it? As Frost says, taken the road less traveled made all the difference for him...I am inclined to think it is so for me as well.
Yes our time will run out but we will have learned so much along the way. And I will be waiting for you to bring your smile and friendship as you drive up the little side road that leads to my place.
You are a gift, bill, to us every day. Angels are on the way to you this morning...ps
Let's see, Key West, London, southern USA, Tillson, NY and that is just the tip of the iceberg. All you really need is gas money your friends will take care of the rest ;) I can't even imagine seeing you walking up my driveway though I'd love to!
Nora Ephron once said about writing, "“You better make them care about what you think. It had better be quirky or perverse or thoughtful enough so that you hit some chord in them." YOU my friend do that with every piece you write.
Voted up, useful, awesome, and interesting.
"Randomness personified." I like that. What's important is that we enjoy the randomness even when we cannot make sense of it. A great share. Thank you, Bill.
Great writing to end my day. Thanks for a great read. Jamie
billybuc
My check engine light has come on and then went out and then back on, but oh what a ride. I really look forward to meeting you in the salvage yard one of these days. Great Hub and God Speed as you travel the future roads. You dear billybuc are that light of HOPE, keep on shining and sharing. Blessings always
Good evening my friend.
Conspicuously attractive journey, giving us to perceive a bit clearer how byllibuck has been shaped into what is he became. You've been overcoming hard life's lessons only to get better prepared for the tougher challenges to face victoriously. Your second half of journey has solid base to be more successful. See, at sixty we start going toward the sunset of earthly measure. The One who sent us into the body we are responsible to take good care of , has said a hundred twenty years will be your mortal length ... Though no one of us knows how this happy endeavor could be shortened, we live, create, spreading the fragrance of love around, while ready and prepared as if next minute a call ' come home ' comes: " into arms of God , where we all came from we'll return home."
Voted up, awesome , beautiful.
Please, continue enhancing our journey as you do.
I love it when you reflect on memories past. You have lived, not everyone can say that. Using an automobile as a metaphor for our bodies is clever and spot on. We ' gotta keep it tuned up, every once in awhile, we gotta have it overhauled, but we keep on truckin' We are happy campers that has a lot more livin' to do. Cheers my friend
You have lived a full life, and it ain't over 'til it's over!!! 65, well, then, young man, you are nowhere near the finish line. Heck, do not be surprised you could be looking at another good 40 years! Remember, the most famous writers, artists, inventors and the like, did not do their best work well into their 80s!
I do hope that in the near future, I will get to travel more and see more of this planet, for I know I have not seen much at all. I hope to make it a reality within the next few years or so. I may have to write a Global: Hubber to Hubber piece and see during my travels if I can meet some of my favorite writer friends! That would be awesome indeed, and you are on the list dear Bill.
Hugs and blessings,
Faith Reaper
Life sure is never the journey you expected it would be. You can plan but along the way there sure will be side trips, potholes, and moments you are completely lost. You've had a great trip so far!
Bill, you have a great view on life, and I agree with everything you say. Our bodies can very much be likened to a car, needing regular maintenance to keep on going. Good hub.
Nice to read your journeys around the USA. Reminded me of the book: Zen and the art of motorcycling maintenance. Do not know why. ( Then the Road Ends) Billy you might still have 30 years ahead of you!
Yet another thing we have in common - a love for traveling and taking the scenic route of the back roads. Sometimes it seems the other areas of my life are like those little two-lane roads where you can go for miles and never see another person or be seen by them. But what a joy it is when we meet those other travelers because they seem much easier to talk to and become friends with.
What an incredible journey you have traveled making your way
through life. It is hard to imagine the amount of information that
has transversed your brain.
If you live long enough, may slower days lead the way to memories
as precious as jewels,
friends as cherished as gold and love enough to warm you on cold,
dark nights.
Your friend,
DJ.
Sleeping under the stars sounds heavenly Bill. I havent done a lot of physical travel, but I sure have been on emotional rollercoasters! I will be 52 this August and I feel as though I'm on that winding road of closure soon. I dont want there to be a warning light, I'd rather slip away not knowing about it. (I dont mind dying as long as I'm not there.) LOL. "There is still so much life left though Lesley" I hear you say. Thats true, but not as much as I've already had. I will keep my eyes peeled though Bill, looking toward the horizon, waiting to see that smile.
Wow, I loved this. Life should be lived and you have certainly lived. I find it impossible to ask the question, why are we here? Whilst looking into a beautiful sunset or when I'm at one with the ocean. There are so much beauty in the world, but we often get lost in the negative. Like you, I have some wonderful memories to tap into.There are always good times and bad times but there's no regrets. And when this old engine fails to start, it would still have been a hell of a ride. This is certainly one of you best... maybe one day I'll surprise you. :) Take care and keep that ticker going there are still mountains to climb.
Are you familiar with the book BLUE HIGHWAYS? I was reminded of it while reading this.
Wow, you have built a few memories I would say! It would sure make a good book, hope you have one warming! ^+
Good hub.
When I read pieces like this one, it sounds not final in its message of recapping a life well lived, but rather a rebirth. Actually, it screams "road trip" to me, like you're itching to get going. I think as soon as it may be feasible for travel, you might be "On the road again," per Willie Nelson's lyrics. Swing down to Fort Lauderdale some weekend, we'll put the light on for ya!
As always well said my friend. Much to relate to here. This maybe one of your best in my humble opinion. Perhaps though that is because I can identify with so much of it. Just wanted to say thanks and the door is always open anytime you find yourself south west Iowa. Just give me a heads up and it's off to my favorite eating spot.
Just a random thought: When I was growing up in Arizona they had more miles of dirt road than paved. I have never met a road I did not like. Great Hub, thank you
You've been to so many different places. How fortunate for you! I would love to see you come walking up my driveway, but Florida is one of those places you have no interest in seeing. Perhaps we can meet up in Key West? :-)
Love, love, love that last line and always love when you quote The Beatles, but still I think you have much more time to go and can't wait to see what lies ahead for you (only good things)! Have a great day Bill now.
Ah, my kindred spirit has written another magnificent piece and one that I can (without question) rate right near the top of my favorites. Life certainly is a road trip and I can tell you that I have arrived. I have arrived at that place where "home" is within me and it's a good place to be. You are so wise Bill. You have learned the lessons and continue to teach. Even though we have more roads behind us than ahead of us, you inspire us to continue looking forward. This was beautiful! Love to yu my friend.
Life is full of experiences and good ones and bad ones it sounds like you have had it all and can still take more of what lies ahead. A strong-willed person indeed. Great hub and so much more to endure.
70