Hey there, lovely readers! 🌼

Shabana Mukhtar here, ready to chat about today’s daily prompt: What’s the trait you value most about yourself?

This is a typical know-me-more question of what trait I value most about myself. This one is tough. Now, I must preface this by saying, I absolutely adore myself – I mean, who wouldn’t? But picking just one valuable trait? That’s like choosing your favorite slice of pizza; it’s practically impossible.

The Sad and Horrible Dilemma

I love myself, but I can’t pick up one valuable trait.  Here I am, sitting in my bed, grappling with the existential crisis of whether not being able to pick one trait makes me a sad and horrible person. Spoiler alert: It doesn’t. It just means I’m gloriously complex, thank you very much.

The Traits I Love to Hate

Now, let’s not get started on the traits I wouldn’t mind bidding farewell to. But, alas, that’s a memoir-sized list waiting to happen, and we don’t have the time or patience for that. So, let’s steer clear of that emotional abyss, shall we?

The Virtue of Perspective

But if I were to put on my philosopher’s hat for a moment (or maybe just a snazzy beret), I’d say that one trait I value (and sometimes want to be rid of) is my knack for seeing a situation from everyone’s point of view. It’s like having a front-row seat to the theater of life, where I play the role of the open-minded protagonist. 

The Art of Letting Others “Win”

Sure, I loathe losing an argument as much as the next person. Who doesn’t want to be crowned the King or Queen of “I’m Right, You’re Wrong” Land? But here’s the twist – I don’t have this incessant need to be “right” all the time. I hate to lose an argument, but I also try to understand what the other person is saying. Shocking, I know. Sometimes, just sometimes, I can gracefully accept that the other person might have a point.

I don’t need to always win an argument. Sometimes, you need to let the other person win even if you know you are right.In fact, I’ve mastered the subtle art of letting someone else win an argument, even when I’m armed with a battalion of facts. 

Take, for instance, my dear mother. I lose countless debates to her, not because I enjoy losing (believe me, I don’t), but because showing her that she might be mistaken is just not in my job description as a dutiful daughter.It’s just one of those things you do as a daughter, you know what I mean? It’s in the unwritten rulebook of filial love – right there between “listen to unsolicited advice” and “pretend to be enjoying their tales that you are listening for the millionth time.” 

Parting Thoughts

Boy, this got long. At this point, I’m considering retitling the post as:

The Troublesome Task of Choosing My Most Valuable Trait (Or Lack Thereof)

Alright, that’s enough. I may not be able to pick just one valuable trait, but my willingness to see things from different angles and occasionally let others win – even if I’m right as rain – is a trait that might just earn me a gold star in the cosmic report card of life.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go lose another argument to my mom. It’s all in a day’s work for this benevolent and oh-so-humble daughter. 😁🕺🏆

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