So far, I’ve lived in three countries with different climates and natural environment. I grew up in the mountains (no, not Afghanistan), then moved to the other one and lived near the beach, and then the third one which is dry, not in the mountains, has a river but isn’t as humid as living by the sea.
Now, while growing up (until I was 20 and moved to another country), I always thought that one of the best things is when you walk in a hot afternoon, and then you see a tree and hide under its shade (well, that was also influenced by most of the local literature I would read). That was the most romantic thing I could imagine (yep, not all romantic things are about a dude next to you or things like that, life’s got other things too)…. until I moved to a humid climate by the sea.
Well, sure, it’s all romantic and cool living by the sea. That is, if the beach isn’t polluted, water isn’t all darkish (and so dangerous that even the local city council/municipality tells you not to get into it!), and the number of garbage doesn’t compete with the sand grains. Since the sea was romantic, I thought sitting under a palm would be as romantic as I was imagining being under a tree on a hot summer afternoon in a dry climate.
But the truth is, a hot summer afternoon in a dry climate is very different from the one in a humid climate. I can go ahead and stick to my romantic opinion. But the truth is, it wouldn’t apply to this reality. Well, I guess because as a matter of fact, there are palms by the beach and not trees.
But guess what. No-trees-by-the-beach doesn’t make my opinion wrong. It just doesn’t make sense in this context, but it’s still right in the other one.
When you argue with reality, you lose — but only always.
— Byron Katie