Comfort zone’s safe arms

To quote a JP Saxe’s song, I’m trying not to listen to the part of me that knows. How it all begins and how it ends; that after Monday comes Tuesday, and October follows September. I can be be comfortable, like the rest of you, in the inner routine I’ve built in, even when it doesn’t translate to anything fruitful.

Comfort zones have been given a bad rep. Perhaps there’s some truth in that your comfort zone can kill you. But there is a reason why you run back onto those comfortable four corners when nothing seems right — and even when it does, we go right back into comfort zone’s safe arms. That’s because it’s human nature to seek out safety, love, and support. A friendly face, a familiar scent, the soothing voice of a loved one, a well-known road — we don’t like feeling lost.

We have come up with millions of self-help books, quotes, and ideas to avoid that feeling of not knowing where we’re going, even though we know. We’re either going up or down while in the flesh. But after life, there’s only one way. And regardless of zones choice, in the end, we fade away. We may not think about it at home, at work, at the gym, but we know how it all ends. 

But all the things we do to mask the pain or understanding of our inevitable demise, it might be just what we need to get there gently. In fact, I know because we go a whole life fighting aging. We try not to listen to the nagging voice of consciousness just so that we can get to the end in our perceived peace, calm, and safe space, even though we know we’re fading away. 

PS: notice how I used a cat photo for this post to get out of my comfort zone 😛