A Relevant Excerpt Considering the Circumstances

"I remember the sweet sensation of leaving, years ago, some ten now, leaving Texas for who knows where. I could not have known about this beautiful place, the Oregon I have come to love, this city of great people, this smell of coffee and these evergreens reaching up into a mist of sky, these sunsets spilling over the west hills to slide a red glow down the streets of my town.And I could not have known then that if I had been born here, I would have left here, gone someplace south to deal with horses, to get on some open land where you can see tomorrow's storm brewing over a high desert. I could not have known then that everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that I must keep changing, and I want to change because it is God's way. All my life I have been changing. I changed from a baby to a child, from soft toys to play daggers. I changed into a teenager to drive a car, into a worker to spend some money. I will change into a husband to love a woman, into a father to love a child, change houses so we are near water, and again so we are near mountains, and again so we are near friends, keep changing with my wife, getting our love so it dies and gets born again and again, like a garden, fed by four seasons, a cycle of change. Everybody has to change, or they expire. Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons.I want to keep my soul fertile for the changes, so things keep getting born in me, so things keep dying when it is time for things to die. I want to keep walking away from the person I was a moment ago, because a mind was made to figure things out, not to read the same page recurrently.Only the good stories have the characters different at the end than they were at the beginning. And the closest thing I can liken life to is a book, the way it stretches out on paper, page after page, as if to trick the mind into thinking it isn't all happening at once.Time has pressed you and me into a book, too, this tiny chapter we share together, this vapor of a scene, pulling our seconds into minutes and minutes into hours. Everything we were is no more, and what we will become, will become what was. This is from where story stems, the stuff of its construction lying at our feet like cut strips of philosophy. I sometimes look into the endless heavens, the cosmos of which we can't find the edge, and ask God what it means. Did You really do all of this to dazzle us? Do You really keep it shifting, rolling round the pinions to stave off boredom? God forbid Your glory would be our distraction. And God forbid we would ignore Your glory." (from Through Painted Deserts by Donald Miller.as well...these are relevant lyrics for the move coming up:Tonight I feel ambitious and so does my foot as it sinks on the pedalI press it to the floorI dont need a girl dont need a friend cause my friend lonesome'sUnconditionalWere flying forever boredAnd for a moment I love everythingThat I see and think and feelI love my broken side view mirrorCause its so perfectIm so perfect youre so perfect youre not hereI hear the change in gearMy pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open roadThis is an open road songThe night is becokoning although I have nowhere to go but homeFeels good to be aloneWith every turn comes a new frame of mind if I could frame my mindWhere would it hangI crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every poreAs I pour my poor heart outTo a radio song thats patient and willing to listenMy volume drowns it outBut thats ok cause I sound better then him anyway any dayYeah my voice is sweet as saltI search for comfort and Ive found it where Ive found it many times beforeTimes before can be forgottenlucky for me i'm not lonesome...I've got my awesome wife with me!!