When one is out on a great nature experience & it makes one so able to love & accept or at least acknowledge even the most unlovable

The greatest mystery of the world

is that of why

it feels like my body is of the same dust as the ground i walk

the mountains i climb

and the sea i sail.

I am so different,

but when i touch the sea,

breath the salty air,

and the wind blows cold in my face,

i am at peace,

as if im back in my childhood home,

and the dog is still there,

my moms still cooking food for me,

and im playing with that cousin i always admired.

Coming into nature i feel that my history is wiped clean

that theres no reason why

i shouldnt love myself

because in that moment,

venturing into the wild,

i am entering into that which created me,

and looking around i realize that the unsimmetrical,

irregularities and ugly corners,

are in fact part of a perfect whole.

Is there any other choice but to accept the rules of nature?

Is there any other choice but to accept the rules of ourselfs?