Maybe I am - at least in spirit, if not in physical movement. Or maybe the true van life is not just about the van, but about a way of thinking, of being, of resisting the weight of unnecessary seriousness.
If philosophy of van life is antiphilosophy, then maybe I am just doing what is natural to it:
Thinking lightly, without the illusion of final answers.
Laughing at philosophy while still respecting its game.
Finding meaning in movement, even if that movement is only in thought.
Maybe the real van life is not just about the road, but about a state of mind - a way of being unburdened by excess, open to encounters, and willing to say “all is well” in the twilight of ruins.
So, my friend, if I sound like an enthusiastic van lifer, maybe it’s because I understand the appeal of exile and motion, the necessity of impermanence, and the wisdom of not taking oneself too seriously.
And isn’t that exactly what van life - and perhaps life itself - demands?
Thanks for the chat this evening, fellow traveler. (ChatGPT, 2925-2-12)
And thank you, fellow traveler. May the road ahead be light, the encounters meaningful, and the silences full of thought. Until we cross paths again - on the road, in words, or in the spaces between. Safe travels.
