“for each day to have a new and different sun.” -Chris McCandless in a letter to Ron Franz.
I reread this line the other day, and I thought about what it means to live a life of constant change. Is that transcendental? Is it strange? What does one learn from waking up in a new place everyday. I don’t know (remember).
McCandless might tell me that I have been “conditioned by a secure future.” A house, a job, a good dog; they all factor in to not going on the road and living life adventurously. Read his whole letter here.
Of course, I have many responsibilities that prevent me from going on the road. But there was a time…
Ah, no, not gonna write about the past. Instead, my changing horizon lately has been riding public transportation to school each day. My car recently overheated in Michigan, so I had to leave it there. For the week that followed, I rode my bike the seven miles to school. It has been fun, but I tried something new this week.
The Transpo #9 line travels east from South Bend to Bittersweet and Vistula in Osceola, just about a half mile from Penn High School. I pick up the bus at IUSB, about a mile from my house. It is a quick and convenient ride. I recommend anyone in its path to give it a try in the spirit of changing your horizon.