September 26, 2011

Almost October

Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in thee...
St. Augustine 

I have the travel bug right always gets bad this time of year. Maybe it's because the sky starts getting a little bit blue-er, fresh washed with that almost Autumn feel. Or maybe it's because the days lose their blazing heat of summer, and it's easy to want to be outside. It could be the smell of bonfires permeating the air late at night. Maybe it's the way the roads look so inviting, maybe that's why I get so restless to jump in a car and drive until I lose all track of time.
Or maybe it's just me. 
Because without fail, this restlessness never goes away. I've been jumpy the last few days. On edge. Discontent. I'm ready to go skydiving again, or hiking, or jet skiing, or something that involves adrenaline/the outdoors/movement/ a road trip/ all of the above. Maybe pumpkin picking or a haunted corn maze. 
Movement. Travel. Adventure. 
Sometimes I like to think that this restlessness, this search for something more, is eternity crying out in my heart. Eternity has been placed inside of me, and sometimes, on nights like tonight, I feel it more than ever. There's more to this life than just homework assignments. There's more to this life than waking up and going through the motions before going to sleep at the end of the day. Eternity is calling me. And until that day when I can answer the call, I will live the life of Heaven as best as I can here on earth...
But I am restless. Seeking adventure. Searching for some unknown voyage to embark on. A road less traveled. An plane to jump out of. An autumn sky to twirl beneath. 

Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, 
And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low,
 I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not, 
And restless and lost on a road that I know. 
Henry Lawson 

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