get the hell out of dodge

Do you ever get that strong urge to throw some stuff in a bag, hop in your car and just drive. No destination in mind, no end in sight. Just a drive with the intention of inward and isolated reflection? I'm not talking about life in the car for a day or two either. I'm talking about a significant amount of time. Enought time to let your thoughts take hold of the wheel and drive. Where would they take you? To stand alone in the middle of a desert, night sky above your head, a star for every crazy thought shooting through your head? To look over a sheer cliff surrounded by towering trees and mountains pondering the insignificance of one person in a world filled with billions? Would God visit in some epiphany to tell you the soul purpose of your existance? Would you lay in a meadow and finally understand how that one relationship should have worked out?

I dunno why I feel like the answer to the millions of questions swimming in my head would be answered on such a journey. Or why I even let those questions tease my curiousity. Life is such a beautiful mystery, that unfortunatly takes more than a lifetime to figure out. It only makes me stand more and more in awe of the very nature of God and how he could knit together such perfection.