Comfort is compulsive. A coerced act contributing to your downfall- led by you.
But it wasn’t always like that was it? Try and remember when you were a child and were inquisitive about the silliest of things. You did things out of intrigue rather than compulsion. Nobody ever forced you to try and balance that switch; or even to find out if the refrigerator light turns off before the door is closed. You did it because you were curious and were too restless to do nothing. Trying to find out things that may not make sense moved you. You were happy.
However, not a lot has changed. You still want to find out if you’re good at playing piano. If you can lose 50 kilos or even build the biggest brand in the world. Maybe learn editing videos at the greatest level possible. But there’s one thing that’s stopping you - comfort. You might think that comfort is laying on a cozy bed with air conditioner on, snacking while binging your favourite tv show. Literally, this might be right. But figuratively, it goes way beyond. Comfort is a limbo. A state where you consume the unnecessary so much that it starts defining who you are. Being with a friend for more than 10 years and both of you being fat and broke is comfort. Doing the job you hate instead of pursuing an art you like is comfort. Being in an abusive relationship- comfort.
To break free of all these adversities would mean going against the flow and that is what you are unwilling to do. The idea of discomfort pushes you back to your cocoon. You are willing to die a little everyday for a lifetime rather than dying once and being reborn. Nevertheless, the curious child in you isn’t dead, it’s dormant. It wants to crawl, stand up and fall again. It doesn’t want to scroll mindlessly till it passes the tipping point. Remember how happy it was. You owe it to that child. Break free of this compulsion.
Comfort isn’t rare, happiness is.