Finishing this book felt good. And I don’t mean that in any sense of normalcy you may feel with finishing a book in general; reading frantically because you like to finish books, remembering nothing, or the book leaving little to no impression on you as a person.
I watched The Motorcycle Diaries a year or so ago, and I wasn’t particularly moved, nor did I at the time know who Ernesto “Che” Guevara was. After research, the famed face looked familiar, and I got a glimpse into the life of a revolutionary, physician, thinker, diarist, and so much more I’ll never know. But just the initial stages of my research left me with one thing: another guy who did something. I had to read the book.
So, maybe two weeks ago I was looking up some information on the actual journey on which the film was based, and how Che and friend, Alberto Granado traveled on an old motorcycle around South America. The information I was reading led me to the Barnes and Noble after work one day, looking for that darn book. I wanted to read it for myself. And everyone knows that when books are made into films they don’t exactly tell the entire story, details are lost, and substance is missing. I guess Hollywood puts in what they think is relevant, depending also on the filmmakers too, I guess.
After reading the book, I’ve wanted even more to go on an adventure like the one Che and Alberto Granado undertook. I’m not sure where I’d do it, and I’m not entirely concerned with the cost of the trip. I just know I want to do it. Chronicling it would also be equally fun and interesting, and why not do it? Things that happen on journeys are important to me, and I think they should be taken down. I was explaining to someone today that one of the reasons I write is to learn more about myself, and responding to various situations during the course of a journey is a great way for me to see and understand myself at a specific stage in my life. I don’t ever want to stop being adventurous, but I’m at an age where I have the freedom and time to travel, and be the most adventurous.
Read the book. There’s more to than I mentioned in this blip. I’ve yet to see my entire country, and to know it with compassion and understanding is a goal of mine, in a sort of nationalistic way. I may not be able to explain it the best way, but that’s how I’m putting it. It will also help me understand myself more in a different capacity, and put the lives of others and the way they live into perspective. Although much of American culture is essentially the same, there are aspects of living that differ amongst different regions of the United States, and I’d like to see it all. It’s not wrong for me to want everything from a world and a universe we don’t understand.