Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.
All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.
— all from Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll