I will only ever have this moment once.
This semester, I’ve been to Haiti, Minnesota, New Orleans, Washington DC, and as my fingers dance across my keyboard, my roommate and I are en route to Georgia. There are few things that renew my spirit like the road, a journey, and the promise of reunions upon arrival at my destination.
Since Monday, my roommate and I have been flirting with the idea of going somewhere for our long Easter weekend. We wanted to get out of Texas, which is quite a feat considering we live at Texas’ lowest tip. Via conference period text message conversations, we threw back and forth ideas about where we could go. Each idea was coupled with the anxieties of practicality: do we have enough money? Will we be able to function at work if we spend a considerable amount of the weekend in the car? Is it safe for two stressed out teachers to drive through the night? Fortunately, our young spirits (and Jade’s flipping of a coin) urged us to hurriedly load my Honda Element and hit the road.
We left around 5:00 Wednesday evening and we’ll arrive around 12:00 Thursday afternoon. I pseudo slept from 2:00 to 5:00 in the morning, but otherwise, I’m relying on adrenaline and caffeine, both proving their reliability thus far.
Somewhere on the border of Texas and Louisiana, deep in road induced thought, I reflected on all that has come before me, each moment that has fused with the next to create the very present moment. Then, like a storm hits after the calm, I realized
I will only ever have this moment once. This is the most powerful moment, not a moment for complaining or worrying or considering the practicalities of life that will haunt me for many moments to come. This moment is fleeing and this moment and in this moment there is no worry or no sadness or hate, this moment is perfect.
It’s been a beautiful thought to shape our journey, moment by moment. The open road, a travel companion (and her dog), and the Southern States taught me that loving is living in each moment, every most powerful moment.
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