I've been thinking about comfort zones. Everyone has them, whether it be the place they live, their current circle of friends, job, relationship, etc. It is said that change is good, and that stepping out of these zones is an honorable action. But what happens when you don't choose to step out of the zone, your whole platform of comfort slides out from beneath your feet, leaving you dangling in the air for a few seconds, then falling in search of somewhere to plant your heels? Change is supposedly good, as we grow and become more mature, experienced human beings from it. This doesn't mean it isn't scary as hell. Courage is not the absence of fear, only the knowledge of something greater. It's hard to be courageous when it seems like everything you knew and loved is falling apart, fading, or moving to uncomfortable distances. How do you optimistically find a new zone, when you had no choice about being pushed out of the last one? Thomas Edison once said, "We shall have no better conditions in the future if we are satisfied with all those which we have at present". I'm not perfectly content with the present, but it's pretty damn good. Or was. Thomas Edison was a pretty smart man though, and I hope that maybe he's right.
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