I love being on the road. I love that lifestyle, traveling city

In the words of Caleb Johnson, singer and sojourner, we hear the cry of a restless spirit: “I love being on the road. I love that lifestyle, traveling city to city, rocking out and moving on to the next place.” This is not a simple description of a performer’s life, but a hymn to the eternal wanderer’s path, where the soul finds its joy not in permanence, but in movement. His words speak to an ancient truth—that some are called not to stay rooted in one place, but to carry fire from city to city, leaving behind echoes of song and memory as they pass.

At the heart of this saying lies the power of the road. The road is more than dirt and pavement; it is the symbol of the journey, the unending call forward. To live on the road is to accept impermanence, to find meaning not in holding but in passing. For Johnson, the joy is not only in the performance, but in the rhythm of departure itself: the leaving behind of one place and the discovery of another. This is the spirit of the troubadours of old, who wandered from town to town, carrying stories and music, weaving a shared culture through movement.

The ancients honored this life as well. Consider Odysseus, who sailed from land to land, tasting both hardship and glory, never fully at rest, but ever enriched by his journeys. Though he longed for home, his greatness was forged in the act of wandering, of facing the unknown. In Johnson’s words we hear the same spirit: the road is both trial and triumph, both fatigue and exhilaration, and yet it is the fire that keeps the heart alive. To remain in one place would be stagnation; to move on is to breathe deeply of life.

History, too, reveals many who found destiny in the road. Think of Johnny Cash, who carried his music through prisons, towns, and cities, bringing songs to places that had little light. His journey was not only entertainment, but ministry, a way of binding people together through shared sound. Like Caleb Johnson, Cash loved the motion itself, the way each city brought a new audience, a new energy, a new encounter. Their lives testify that sometimes purpose is found not in planting roots, but in scattering seeds far and wide.

Yet there is more here than the glamour of performance. Johnson’s words remind us of the necessity of moving on. Life itself is a series of departures: from youth to adulthood, from one home to another, from one season of the soul to the next. To cling too tightly to any one stage is to resist the road. His joy in leaving and discovering anew teaches us to embrace change with courage, to find delight in impermanence, and to trust that the road ahead always has something to offer.

The lesson for us, then, is profound: do not fear the road, whether literal or symbolic. Embrace the movement of your life. When one chapter ends, step into the next city of your journey with boldness. Carry your music, your passion, your gifts wherever you go, knowing that they are meant to be shared, not hoarded. The road is not the enemy of belonging; it is the stage upon which belonging is constantly renewed.

Practically, this means adopting the spirit of the traveler even when you are not moving from city to city. Approach each new day, each new opportunity, as a stop along the road. Give yourself fully to it, “rock out” with passion, and when it is finished, let it go. Move on without regret, ready to face the next moment with the same fire. In this way, every day becomes part of the greater journey, and the road of your life becomes a song.

So let us remember Caleb Johnson’s wisdom: the road is life itself. To walk it with joy is to embrace change, to celebrate each place while never clinging to it, and to carry your fire boldly into every encounter. For life is not meant to be hoarded in one place, but lived in motion, sung with passion, and shared with the world, before moving on to the next horizon.