it's funny what a little time does to the soul

It's funny what a little time away does to the soul. A few hours before, you're on a plane ready for a much deserved vacation and hours later you're in paradise. Just like that. Same clothes, same person, different environment and pace of life. The best part is, all the negative feelings, the stress, the anxieties, all of that melts away with the life you left behind.
What is it about being in a tropical area, by the beach, the sand, the breeze, the fruity drinks, that makes me want to eat less, meditate, be good to myself, and enjoy life? I mean there are beaches, sand, breezes, and fruity drinks here(well, ok, not so much in the middle of winter, but you get my drift) but I don't get the desire to improve myself as much. The laziness sets in, the depression, the monotony, life. Or at least my view of it.
How can i get everything I had on vacation when I am back home? Some people can just come back as if nothing, lament they are not on vacation but go back to their lives, just like that. DO i take my life so seriously and consider myself that important that I come back only to lament what i have left behind and stay focused on that lament? Life DOES go on after all, but why does it have to go on the way it was before vacation? If i am a changed person because of my experiences on vacation, how can i continue that now that I am home?

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Ok, ok, so before i jet set myself to vacation land, here's a must see(hear) blog I proudly and highly recommend:

http://mercerfriendly.com/blog

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Hasta luego!!! Beach, fruity drinks, sun tan lotion here I come!!! YIPPY!