Driving might be one of my most favorite past-times. Things seem to make sense. When you fly down that road with the nightlights racing by. A peaceful exhilaration seems to overcome me. My favorite songs erupt everywhere around me and all their memories flash back and forth. This is when I dream. It's when I feel. It's when I'm vulnerable and really me. Cause it's just me and the road, and the road always listens. It takes those fears and hurts and lets you see what they really are.
Sometimes when I drive I'll feel shivers down my spine. I speculate it's when God reaches down from heaven and touches me. It's when I feel the strongest connection to the Divine and it almost always seems to hit me through music. The way those sounds pierce my thick walls and touch me in my most deep and personal areas of my heart. No where else have I been brought to tears than when I drive. All the while those white lines keep racing by like the beating of my heart; letting me know that life goes on.
Then there's those turns. They're smooth and flowing and with them the music floats around and whips back and forth. Usually I get that smirk that few have ever seen. I save it for the best moments of life. Those moments when life gets real simple; and life gets a lot less about me and a lot about what's around me. It's funny the things that God uses to speak to us through. Music, driving, the wind, the sea, the rain. The beat drives me and the wheels move me. They always take me somewhere new. I might be driving the same road over and over but it always seems to be new; because each time I learn something new about life. Something inspiring. Money, and things, and houses, and status don't matter anymore. All that matters is driving farther and faster to get to that next moment. To get to that next place. To hear that next note.
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