Comfort; the poison that drains us of growth
That zone where stagnation and order walk hand in hand, dancing away our time
It’s too easy to get caught up in the routine, the way things should be and the way it should remain
We all want certainty, predictable outcomes to how our life’s story unfolds
But the truth that’s bitter and ice cold is this; nothing worth drinking is ever drawn from the well of comfort
The things that change the future or rewrite history are never born from the conventional
Except you love to be stunted or are too afraid of chaos, run wild into complexity, stay there and you will grow.