Staying true to yourself

I don’t think there ever was a lazy man in this world. Every man has
some sort of gift, and he prizes that gift beyond all others. He may
be a professional billiard-player, or a Paderewski, or a poet–I don’t
care what it is.
But whatever it is, he takes a native delight in exploiting that gift,
and you will find it is difficult to beguile him away from it. Well,
there are thousands of other interests occupying other men, but those
interests don’t appeal to the special tastes of the billiard champion
or Paderewski.
They are set down, therefore, as too lazy to do that or do this–to
do, in short what they have no taste or inclination to do. In that
sense, then I am phenomenally lazy. But when it comes to writing a
book–I am not lazy. My family find it difficult to dig me out of my
chair. –Mark Twain

Staying true to yourself is not so hard sometimes.
For me : It induces a sense of life and freedom.
The kind that we often experience when we’re standing on the edge of a
cliff, with the wild ocean waves crushing against the cliff rock, the
cool wind running through you and you look up to the sky to see the
birds fly off the cliff – over the ocean…

I love seashores. I have a thing for beaches and sea shores.