A Comfy Sofa

 

Comfort.

Has been on my mind.

We’re seemingly very

comfortable,

these days.

 

Nestled in our

bubbles of complacency,

mediocrity, solitude

and safety.

Protected.

 

When our comfort

is disrupted, then is

when, things begin to

change.

Change because they have to.

 

Our comfort makes us,

soft, mushy in the middle,

disinterested in anything that

might nudge us from the

well-worn, threadbare, spot on the sofa.

 

I mean, I like my sofa.

But it’s actually not all that

comfortable.

It’s a little stiff, but

otherwise, manageable.

 

It’s discomfort we need

in large and pointy ways that

encourages us to actually

change. To change the machinery,

the mechanics, the motivators.

 

Comfort is the enemy of

advancement.

Mediocrity is the adversary

of change.

So be it, is the rival of; do it.

 

To Change we need adversity.

To Change we need the desire

to take this comfort and turn it

on its head and ask, “is this the Way?”

Is it?

 

Change;

is a mountain climb,

a trip to the stars,

an uncomfortable viewing of a sex scene

in a movie with your parents in the same room.

 

It’s uncomfortable,

so we don’t seem to do it.

It’s hard.

So we don’t want to bear it.

We quit before we start.

 

Swaddled in our comfort,

ease, and genuine ennui

of the plight of those,

who really are

uncomfortable. And yearning for Change.