To go...

To always be moving in the direction of a never-setting sun is a beautiful thing. To be driving with no ulterior motives; to reach a goal; to see the sun finally set over an ever-stretching horizon separating only sea and sky. To go: how wonderful.

I recently went on a week-long road trip with five of my favorite people. Our goal was to reach the West Coast. That was it. We had two rules. First, no chain restaurants. Second, if we saw something that drew our interest - anything that offered an opportunity for adventure - we would experience it. Examples: riding a rollercoaster in the middle of the desert, with no visible civilization for miles; veering off a highway to take a road less taken; and simply stopping to take in wherever, whomever, or whatever we were currently experiencing.

We saw antelope grazing the plains. We saw trains cutting their ways across the barren landscape of the desert. We drove through snow in the Continental Divide. We drove over one of man's greatest achievements. We realized how small one of man's greatest achievements really is when compared to the canyons, mesas, mountains, and seas of sand that we saw along the way. We were humbled and empowered. We were six boys taking as much we could from an opportunity that life had given us.

We need to take as much as we can out of life everyday - no just when we're going places.

We're always going places.

We're always seeing things we've never seen before.

We just have to look. And we just have to go.

I just have to go.