I Could Try.. But Would I?

Daily writing prompt
What could you try for the first time?

I think this prompt is a weird one. I mean who asks “what could you try for the first time?”. I could try anything but I would try only those that I want too.

If I were to try something for the first time in food, it would maybe be Italian food. Particularly ravioli. I think I have eaten it when I was younger but I don’t remember it. Some where in my teenage years I fell sick after eating pasta and since then I have ran away from anything close to Italian. I have a family whole loves to explore new types of cuisine. All the while I sit in the corner with my fried chicken and fries. I hope that one day soon I can also come to appreciate the different cuisines around the world.

If I were to try something for the first time in activities, it would be deep sea diving. I find the life below the sea quite fascinating. But the sharks are definitely a factor that has deterred me from pursuing this activity. I mean I like the colorful fishes, but the teeth on the shark is enough to have me running in the other direction.

There are a million things that I want to try doing. I am super hesitant to try new things. However, I want to change that about me. Maybe start with one new thing a month and then slowly and gradually make it a habit.

Sky or Sands

Daily writing prompt
Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?

Do we really have to make a choice?

I have always gone to the beach as a child. I have many happy memories associated with the beach. Going to malls and park always entailed a cost and beach trips were the most pocket friendly option that we had. My parents always took time out of their week to make time to take us out. My mom prepared snacks and dad carried his fishing rod along. We spent hours on beach returning home with tanned skins and exhaustion that made us pass out as soon as our heads hit the pillow.

On the other hand, though I have not been on top of a “mountain”. I have had some chances to go to the top of hills and the cold breeze and fog is just mesmerizing. The air is cold as it enters your lungs and you can see every breath. Every breathe feels pure and healing. I could sit hours together taking in the beauty of nature (Of course I would need warm clothing to last in that cold).

To make a choice would almost be criminal. And in this case, I would own my indecisiveness and I prefer not to choose. Each aspect of nature gives me a new experience to behold and I choose to embrace each and every memory that it gives me.