would you rather live in the mountains or at the beach?
the mountains. no doubt. i love their hugeness. i love feeling insignificant. i love trees and leaves and purple majesty. i love views from high places. the mountains take my breath away with awe. in my imagination, when i am in the mountains, i picture solitude--something i crave but never get. i hear nature's silence, which sends peace through my mind. it seems to me to be a place full of thought, and revelation: also things i crave. i imagine it to be a place alive with inspiration. and i always need some of that.
the beach, on the other hand, is pretty; but the sand gets in crevices, and i'm almost always sweaty (and i do not like to be sweaty). and i'm almost always in a bathingsuit at the beach, which means i'm self-concious 98% of the time. i abhor being self-concious. and most of the people there are also self-concious, which also bothers me. there are typically crowds at the beach. i do not like crowds of sweaty, sandy, self-concious people.
the beach, on the other hand, is pretty; but the sand gets in crevices, and i'm almost always sweaty (and i do not like to be sweaty). and i'm almost always in a bathingsuit at the beach, which means i'm self-concious 98% of the time. i abhor being self-concious. and most of the people there are also self-concious, which also bothers me. there are typically crowds at the beach. i do not like crowds of sweaty, sandy, self-concious people.