Comfort equals complacency was a life motto for a very long time.
Creating steel walls around what feels good became a love of mine.
Sitting too long with a book or a friend…
Invited red alerts; what panic this drove until it had to end.
Growth does not come from rest and relaxation.
Who has time for a summer vacation?
From this comes a beautiful house and a few nice cars.
But no time to enjoy and a whole lot of scars.
Very few friends left to enjoy a nice meal.
Why is there no happiness; an onion I must peel.
Now it is time to take a step a few steps back.
And look at this creation to acknowledge what lacks.
Hot baths, some wine, and a warm fuzzy blanket.
Or attending a sports event or even a banquet.
Seeing the smile on my teenage son’s face.
There really is nothing else that can replace.
Why did I spend so many decades refusing?
To let this peace in and stop confusing.
Complacency is not an output of comfort.
But a tool that keeps the joy from us first.
And now that I know that comfort means joy.
I will forever be vigilant from this dangerous ploy.
About the Creator
Erin Cuellar
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