Be aware of the smiles of comfort. Be weary of the easiness of convenience. For if the plant was alone in the forest, what reason would it have to grow. If it had all the nutrients, all the light, and all the space in the world, it surely would not be a rose. There is a reason a rose has a thorn.
If it seems too good to be true, it probably is. Growth requires pain, discomfort and struggle. How else would one know they are getting somewhere. When the rubber hits the road its the friction that keeps the vehicle in line. No friction, no fire. No struggle, no growth.
This is not to say go out and look for trouble. We are implying a common sense here. Because of course no one would go out and look for it. No one would run a red light to prove they aren't afraid. Only stupidness and the extremes of youth engage in such blashphemy. We speak not to their kind.
This is for the one wondering what to do. Wondering what each action means. For each one there is a consequence. And the matrix of the mind can become a choking hazard of cords.
So spice up your life with a little challenge. One small step at a time. Enhance your life with some struggle. Or wait until it comes naturally which it will. For even the smallest discomfort is more alive than a pure sense of comfort and ease. Even a little pain and understanding is more vibrant than a lifetime of hiding and worry.
Stand up and face it. Hold your ground the let the straw break over the camel's back. When the dust settles and the chips fall back in place you will have a place. There is no other place for you to be than right here. The clothes you wear and the place you live may change. But that is the nature of the cycles of life. Enjoy, redeem, and inquire. Why am I doing this and what am I seeking in it? Be aware of comfort. It delivers not what it promises.
