Comfort kinda gets a bad rap. In our modern society, we want to think comfort is for wimps and sissies. Who needs comfort when we can have adventure? Why tie yourself up (or down) with comfortable old friends and family when you could be out making new friends? Comfort is almost viewed as something primitive, something we are too sophisticated to need or want. But.... When you peel off the facade, it's what we want.
Comfort is our default. We start
looking for it the instant we make our way to the world. First it's
from our mother. So far so good. But after awhile she hands us off to
some else, or sets us down, and that's the beginning of enlarging our
comfort zone. Pretty soon it's full of other people and lots of places,
but still our own little corner of the world, and we start to like it.
nooooooo, that's not good enough. Before long, we get badgered into
stretching our comfort zone just a l-i-t-t-l-e bit more. It's scary out
there! It's lonely out there! But if we take one step at a time, we
can expand our comfort zone gradually, and we can even like it.
of us go a long way. We leave our family, we leave our friends, we
leave town, we even leave the country. And it's all exciting and
adventurous. But I've been around awhile, and I have observed that at
some point in our lives, if we live long enough, almost all of us start
looking for comfort again. Sometimes we get a warning that our time is
about up, and whaddya know, that's when we want to go back to our
memories of when things were good, and we were . . . yes . . .
Hmmm.... maybe comfort is more than it's cracked up to be...
The Time Of His Life
4 years ago