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Gratification. Joy. Delight. Pleasure.
It seems to me that to many people claim to have lost these feelings and emotions. When you grow up, all to often it appears that we lose sight of the simple pleasures of life. When a child moves through life, they seem to be so much happier than an adult. The secret seems to be the fact that they take delight in just living and experiencing.
My nephew had his second birthday this past Saturday. It was refreshing to be around him and to watch what it was he gained joy from. It was the simple things. Grabbing the sprayer on the end of the garden hose and 'washing' the side of the house. Pushing his brand new bike around. Sitting on his grandfather's lap and regaling him with tales of things that were important to him.
As we age, we seem to forget the pleasure that can be obtained by the small things. The feeling of grass between ones toes. The gentle sound of waves breaking against the beach. The joy of just being in the presence of someone we care about. Lately, I have tried to focus on the little pleasures in life as much as the 'greater' means of gratification. Life just seems to be so less stressful. Not that I don't have things I could be worrying about, I just try not to focus so much upon them. Instead, I try to focus more on the simple little pleasures that just being alive can bring.
Let that inner child out to play as often as you can.

So Many... So Little

Options and time.
Part of the problem with finding a variety of things interesting is the lack of time to persue all of said interests. I find myself growing frustrated with the difficulty I am having in deciding what I want to try next. I know that I don't wish to continue in my current course of action. Delivering pizza long term is not an option. At the same time, when faced with decisions such as this, I have the habit of stepping back and not making a choice. This is bad. I need to try to break out of such a routine and just take a leap. If something doesn't work out like planned, well then, there is always plan B, or C, or G, or S or Z.
Blah.

Ess-Ka-Pay?

So, I'm seriously contemplating leaving Crescent City. Life here, while not horrid, just seems to be increasingly pointless. I can't say that I have any overwhelming reason to stay. Contrariwise, I have no overwhelming reason to leave either.

Pros of staying:
I don't have to pay rent as I live with my parents.
I have a job that pays decently for this area.
I have a group of friends that I can hang out with.
The scenery around Crescent City is beautiful.
I love being near the ocean.

Cons of staying:
I really am not a fan of small town living.
I live with my parents. Nuff said.
My job is beginning to become boring.
Most of my friends seem content with small town life.

Pros of leaving:
I would be in a city. Not a City, but a city nonetheless.
I would be out from under the parents roof, again.
I could find a better paying job that interests me.
I would get to make new friends.
I would be away from the ocean.

Cons of leaving:
Rent. Bills. Etc.
Leaving friends behind.

So yeah, that kinda sums things up. I do have tickets for a concert in the Sac area on August 21. By then I shall endeavour to make up my mind one way or the other.