road-trip

Explore, Experience, Then Push Beyond.

The freedom of the open road is seductive, serendipitous and absolutely liberating.

We love our partners for who they are, not for who they are not.

At some point, you just gotta forgive the past, your happiness hinges on it.

There is strange comfort in knowing that no matter what happens today, the Sun will rise again tomorrow.

Be a team player, not a bandwagon jumper.

The highway of grace will get you somewhere a whole lot faster then the freeway of spite.

From this point forward, you don__ even know how to quit in life.__ Aaron Lauritsen, _100 Days Drive

True friends don't come with conditions.

The high road of grace will get you somewhere a whole lot faster then the freeway of spite.

Life's trials will test you, and shape you, but don__ let them change who you are.__ Aaron Lauritsen, _100 Days Drive

But tonight, this is what I can give you. I can offer you the vault of heaven, the firmament of the stars in the sky, and me

Sometimes the most scenic roads in life are the detours you didn't mean to take.

And I felt, in the silence that followed, everything that had happened on the trip to bring me to this place.

We cleave our way through the mountains until the interstate dips into a wide basin brimming with blue sky, broken by dusty roads and rocky saddles strung out along the southern horizon. This is our first real glimpse of the famous big-sky country to come, and I couldn't care less. For all its grandeur, the landscape does not move me. And why should it? The sky may be big, it may be blue and limitless and full of promise, but it's also really far away. Really, it's just an illusion. I've been wasting my time. We've all been wasting our time. What good is all this grandeur if it's impermanent, what good all of this promise if it's only fleeting? Who wants to live in a world where suffering is the only thing that lasts, a place where every single thing that ever meant the world to you can be stripped away in an instant? And it will be stripped away, so don't fool yourself. If you're lucky, your life will erode slowly with the ruinous effects of time or recede like the glaciers that carved this land, and you will be left alone to sift through the detritus. If you are unlucky, your world will be snatched out from beneath you like a rug, and you'll be left with nowhere to stand and nothing to stand on. Either way, you're screwed. So why bother? Why grunt and sweat and weep your way through the myriad obstacles, why love, dream, care, when you're only inviting disaster? I'm done answering the call of whippoorwills, the call of smiling faces and fireplaces and cozy rooms. You won't find me building any more nests among the rose blooms. Too many thorns.

It's quiet in the car, in a good way for once. No words, no music. Silence seems right. I roll down the windows and lean my head against the door frame, listening to the wind rush by and smelling the pine trees. I watch the stars materialize, like someone is dimming the switch on the night sky so each shining dot grows brighter and brighter.

Those who achieve the extraordinary are usually the most ordinary because they have nothing to prove to anybody. Be Humble.

The struggles we endure today will be the __ood old days_ we laugh about tomorrow.