Now more than ever it seems that we an intelligent species cannot sway from our constant lives of work and no play to find a distraction in the beauty that the Earth herself offers to us. The beach is my solitude, maybe it was years of, sand in my toes and the waves crashing against my skin, that I buried myself in the very essence of "there's no place like home" but when being an adult hit, I forgot what it was like to enjoy the salt in the air and the breeze through my hair. We often do that a lot forget, on a daily basis really, that there is so much more to living then working our fingers to the bone and stressing if it's safe to walk down the street in our neighborhoods. Nowadays we can not say that it's safe because of the deranged run rampant and the sane are forced to take cover and forget about life's simple pleasures. Really? What the hell happened, why must we fall from the life of ease and work our way into struggle? because that's the wa...