Do you give others a wide berth...or are you in a bumper car that is constantly getting hit and you did not see it coming?  Do you carry a carrot in your pocket or are you armed and ready with a big stick with the safety off?  Do you bask in the sun and enjoy the moment...or are you loaded down with american tourister issue baggage that keeps opening and robbing you of peace, contentment, joy?  Well with all the talk of depression with agents around the countryside...maybe inventory of how you operate each day is in order.  Where do you live?  At the office? In the city?  In rural america?  Are you where you should be on the planet?  In a comfortable rut..with beautiful surroundings, quality housing, above average kids and still a hole of something missing in your gut when you stop to realize there is a nagging deep inside and a clock ticking in the background?  Reduce, simplify, let go ...kinda like control, alternate, delete.  Doesn't mean pack up the mate and kids and head to the mountains to be like grizzly adams...but maybe your life is in water way over your head...but you suddenly just looked around to see where you are.  And wonder how did you get here?  (cranking head round and round..but not like in the exorcist and no green fluids involved). Now don't do anything rash...but by the time you get to a certain age where you finally know yourself, your strengths, your weaknesses..what makes you tick..and how you were "shaped" by your parents, your genetics and your surroundings,  that's when you might say "Martha..we're outta here..we are heading to the small town life of rural america".  Unfold that map, pin the tail on the property and make the move to an area where life is simpler, choices are fewer, options may be limited...but simple, not overwhelming.  Isn't this small town life the way most of america was years ago?  Feel the sun on your shoulder, smell the clean air, see the bluer than blue sky...and listen...just wind in the pines...natural sounds.  Could you handle the slower pace...the not action packed moment to moment you may be living now?  Can you just be a plain old garden variety duck or must you be a peacock for all to see?