Break free.

Stop searching. Start doing.

These last few months have been of a different breed. Even reflecting back on each of the days that fell into this sequence of time, I still don't know quite what God was trying to tell me. I spent time meeting new people, exploring new places, and breathing in deeper each of my surroundings. Here I was again, attempting to exert myself beyond the superficial aspects of life.

As a methodical and organized thinker, I was in search of this reason for why God was bringing me to a new place. Why am I less satisfied with the stagnant life of growing and pursuing Him in one specific place? Why must I constantly be on the verge of traveling somewhere new? Surely it can't just be my 'personality.' There must be something more than that...

I can tell you what everyone else tells me. They all say, "she got bit by the travel bug." And as sarcasm flows off their tongues I simply think to myself that it's much more than that.

There is this feeling you get when you go somewhere new. The smell is fresh, even if you are in a busy city. The sounds are distinct. From sirens, to voices, to the simple sounds of insects outside my window at night. It's an out of body experience. You are beyond the realm of a 'safe' haven and into a place where familiarity is scarce, and it becomes exciting.

I think one of the best parts is when you are in an unfamiliar place, and familiarity presents itself. Whether it be a song you once heard while standing in an entirely different place, or the smell of a flower that exists in another place on this globe. Or the way the breeze brushes your skin as your stand and look up at this sky that serves as a ceiling to all.

It really is one world. Distance and time are excuses. They become something in which we blame for our lack of ability to see another part of humankind, another society. And once you've removed yourself from these alleged viable excuses, the world quickly becomes less of a premeditated ambition or dream, and more of an action.

These actions become rewarding. You begin to see places where the moon shines brighter. You see places where it can be argued that the stars are truly within reach. The unfamiliar sounds and sights grow to be a notion that you are in the right place.

These notions of unfamilaritiy can sometimes lead to loneliness. But the moment that this isolated feeling hits you hard, you are given yet another breath of fresh air. But you have to look up. You have to look around. You have to open your eyes and see that God is around you, working his hardest to allow you to see him in a brand new way. These somewhat desolate places you may find yourself in become opportunities that He uses to bring you and others close to Him.

It's far from inadvertent. Every waking moment is a second chance, an opening into something you may have never seen before. As long as air is being exchanged amongst the cavities in your chest, as long as your heart is beating to a constant cadence, you can breathe Him in. You can still breathe in the future. You can still breathe in life.

Stop being an observer. Start living. Start breathing, again.