School Break Wednesday, we drove to heaven away from people and everything that is negative, angry, depressing, toxic.
It was the perfect family roadtrip. The Sun was out. The Sky so clear. It was just us marveling the glorious view of Big Sur and Carmel as we slowly savored the juiciest, best tasting Cheeseburger in the Planet.
It’s hard to find happiness these days. It is hard to escape from what suffocates the heart and numbs the soul. The news is all about “The Worst,” and it seems to no end. Too much of the bad, the destructive and the greedy. Too much of “All About Me,” instead of the direly needed “All About Us.” The noise and chaos, too deafening.
People would rather destroy the spark than give light a chance for hope, joy, unity, even love.
I wish I can take you all to our piece of heaven but for now, close your eyes and play pretend. Just imagine you’re in the car with me. Be open to see what I see. Be brave to feel what I feel.
Do you see the view outside the car window?
Do you feel the cold ocean breeze touching your face?
Do you feel butterflies in your tummy as the road dipped downwards in a series of narrow, sharp angles? Glorious?
This is our kind of adventure. This is our kind of heaven. It is ours. Never tainted by people, social media nor past circumstances. Never traded for the promises of this World. We travel the exciting unknown where our dream goes.
Roadtrip because life is meant to feel vividly alive.