A few weeks ago, my husband's cousin and her husband visited for Eid. One time they discussed how they absolutely adore and cherish moments near nature and although I agreed that I do too, my passion seemed subdued next to theirs'. I enjoy sitting at a beach or looking at trees, but not for hours on end. I need to be in a certain pensive mood in order to do that with pleasure.
And I found myself feeling bad for being this way. I mean, what kind of person doesn't enjoy being left alone with nature right? You have to be strange if you don't have that kind of energy. But then I asked myself, so what if I'm not? I enjoy other things that they may not enjoy to the same extent. Other positive past-times and hobbies.
I ask myself; Why do I always feel the pressure to be like others when there's no harm in me being me? When there's no harm in being the kind of person who says; 'Hey I enjoyed my time looking at the sky at the beach, I think I'll head home now. You guys carry on.'
Having a fondness for nature is similar to having a fondness for painting and baking etc. These are positive qualities but they aren't necessary to be had for being a good person. Honestly though, the way my mind makes me feel bad about myself for anything and everything is absurd. Need to keep that internal self-talk going so that I keep talking back to my mind, so that I tell my mind that my unique personality is good enough. My likes and dislikes are perfect the way they are.
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