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and don�t it always seem to go back from chicago & already i feel like my journeys have lead me nowhere. there is a meditation to driving� a calmness that causes the mind to reduce all thoughts to logical solutions. the road makes you to see things in simple terms: double yellow & orange barrel, flashing sign & jersey barrier, rumble strips reminding you to keep moving forward� keep you out of the breakdown lane. 2 Miles the highway plans for when things get out of control. look, here is a safe place to fall apart. there is no shame here� just soft sand & a pay phone. the view from the end of the ramp is amazing� the wonders of nature, Gods creation to gaze upon while waiting for rescue. when the worst has happened, the road provides comfort in ways nothing else can. 3:12am & there is coffee, a rest room, & cool water to splash on your face. the lights from a distant farm town somewhere in indiana blend with the stars & streetlights on this highway & for a moment the world is a beautiful place to be. floating between dusk & dawn in little bubbles along the interstate� a universe in every hatchback & semi. there are two schools of thought when it comes to travel� the second says that we leave home so that we can one day return. that leaving is not about getting to point B or even the spaces in-between, but to return to point A with a better perspective. while i see the importance of both of these views, i don�t fully believe either of them. for me, there is a basic & somewhat selfish motive that urges me to journey� i leave in the hope that someone might miss me. i leave in the hope that someone might actually be glad to see me return. and don�t it always seem to go till its gone the road will not remember that i was there. the night will cover my passing. i see taillights fading into the night� darkness & distance cause them to grow dimmer & dimmer i blink |
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