why are there so many distractions in life?

You,re the one who picked it.

If you wanted simple you should come back as a jellyfish next time.

No brain no pain.

There are many distractions around one man, because man is one. And if that one man had not had so many, but just one distraction, he would be ... very alone, trapped .... within himself, possibly lost. For the biggest distraction of them all ... is the man himself.

In one distraction is found the cure for another, and in many, the cure for a man ... on the mend. That is when, that is that.

A story teller, you know how a successful plots develops, how it contends it way through 'distractions', to keep a storyline until the it reaches the end. What is to be weaved in and what is to be left out, is a choice, a choice that will always be there, but when there isn't there isn't time.

What are distractions?

Of course! Distractions are life.

Oh, but what is life?

Thank God there are distractions. How awful would life be without them?

Just take a deep breath

and stop freaking out so much.

Life's what you make it.

You'll always want the opposite of what you want. When you want something, think of the exact opposite of that, and you'll figure out what you truly want.

To keep you away from the Truth. Hope this helped.

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OCEAN SANCTUARY

Poems of the sea gathered as a submission for someone wanting to do a book about the North Coast of California.

SMOOTHED BY SEAS

A NEARLY ROUND ROCK

POINTS HOMEWARD

SUNDAY MORNING

ALL THE WAVES IN WHITE

KNEELING ON THE BEACH

A WALL OF WATER

CURVES AND CRASHES

A WHALE

SURF ROLLS

POWER IN THE SAND

LOW-FLYING BIRDS

WHITE SURF

WANTING TO KEEP THE OCEAN FREE

OF OIL WELLS

AS PEOPLE CRY

THE OCEAN ROARS

"NO OIL WELLS!"

IN AND OUT

OF THE RIVER'S MOUTH

A TONGUE OF SEA

WHITE WITH FOAM

THE OCEAN ENTERS

THE RIVER'S MOUTH

ARCHING INTO THE SKY

THE WAVE LEAVES

MORE BLUE

A FULL MOON

RESTING ON HOAR-FROST MEADOWS

TUNDRA SWANS

ANCIENT CYPRESS

LEANING OVER THE LIGHT

AT SUNRISE

RIVER VALLEY

LETTING THE SUNRISE

INTO THE SEA

MORNING

A TOUCH OF SEA WAVES

THE MOON MELTS

PROTESTERS GATHER

ON SKATEBOARDS AND CRUTCHES

"NO OIL RIGS HERE!"

TOURISTS

TAKEN BY THE VIEW

SNAPSHOTS

LOW-TIDE ROCKS

THE SUN IN A RACK OF CLOUDS

FAR OUT AT SEA

LOW-TIDE ROCKS

TOWNFOLKS GOING HOME

WITH FEW GROCERIES

OCEAN FOG

IN THE BROKEN SIGN

"OPEN"

PERIWRINKLES

SIGNING SECRET NAMES

IN WET SAND

LOW TIDE

LEFT ON THE BEACH

AUTUMN

RECYCLING OLD GLASS

THE ROCKY BEACH

JEWEL-COVERED

INCOMING TIDE

BENDS ON THE BEACH

FOOTPRINTS

CLOUDS

CURVED IN SEA FOAM

RAINBOWS

WATERCOLOR PAPER

STOPPING A WAVE

WITH A BRUSH

SUNLIGHT

TRYING TO PAINT HIGHLIGHTS

ON TOPS OF WAVES

A TIME OF BEACHES

ABALONE SHELLS AND LOVERS

WITHOUT MEMORIES

MOSSY ROCKS

THE EMPTY SIDE

OF THE OCEAN

OCEAN

IN YOUR WHITE HAND

TEARS DROWN

HIGH TIDE

THE SECRET SCRIPT

OF DRIFTWOOD SCRAPS

SAYING GOODBYE

A SALT WIND SWALLOWS

THE WORDS

SEA FOG

WALKING THE VALLEY

WITH EMPTY HANDS

CURVE OF THE SEA

CUPPING HER BREASTS

COLD HANDS

SEA DOWNS

FOG LEAVING

THE VIEW

MORNING

WETTED BY THE SPLASH

OF SMALL WAVES

FIRST LIGHT

DAMP WITH THE ROAR

OF AN INCOMING TIDE

ALONG WITH RAIN

GOING DOWN THE MOUNTAIN

TO THE SEA

SLEEP

FOLLOWING THE TIDE

TO THE MOON

BEFORE US

THE ROAD FLOWN

BY TWO SEA GULLS

ON THE ISLAND

NO ONE GOES TO

DRIFTWOOD

EDGE OF THE CLIFF

THE OLD COUPLE DISCUSS

GOING HOME

THANKSGIVING DAY

AN OLD COUPLE ON THE PIER

FISHING

HOLY GROUND

CITY FOLKS ON THE BEACH

REMOVE THEIR SHOES

HEAVY SURF

THAT SOUND I HEARD JUST BEFORE

BEING BORN

A SUMMER BREEZE

RISES OVER THE SEA CLIFF

PULLED BY A KITE

WAITING FOR THE WAVE

A KILLDEER PRACTICES HIS CRY

OF SURPRISE

WRINKLING UP

ALONG THE SHORE LINE

AN OLD OCEAN

THE SOUND OF SURF

SOMEONE WALKING

ON TRACKLESS SAND

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