So, all the bs worldly psychological stuff aside, I was thinking (mainly out of frustration).... I love to be in the water....surfing any time I can. I just can't get enough. I have caught some quality waves, gotten worked hard, countless smiles in the ocean, and many awesome memories! But, I yearn for more. I surround my thought process with the prospect of "the next wave/sesh". Literally planning my next trip or my next "break away" for some waste high glass. I can't stand it. Nowhere in my life do I feel more aware of "the pursuit of happiness" than surfing waves. It's a strange brew....yearning for more. Contentment in the moment then dreaming intently for the next opportunity to pull inside only to be delivered like birth of man (or Woman). The motion of life is nothing but a blink of an eye and a sick barrel even more brief. Those moments are the ones we savor as golden. Yet, we are beholden by the yearn for the next one. I yearn to be delivered once again from a sick pit....oh how I yearn! you?