Comfort Zones

Comfort zones are malicious and evil; they envelope you with a loving kindness, wrapping tender arms around your neck. Then, without you even realizing it, the grip fastens, and you’re choking. After a while, there isn’t a lot of hope for escape. You’re just another victim to comfort zones.
Living in middle-class suburbs all my life, I have seen the crime countless times. I’ve seen my parents disappear into it, and they aren’t here anymore. Not them, not really. For abandonment of your wildest hopes, passion, and ambition simply dissolves your true self. That’s not you when you sit in front of the television screen, phone in your hand, contemplating whether the effort of overindulging in food all the way in the kitchen is worth it. You’ve lost yourself when you only learn when taught, when you’ve convinced yourself your quest for passion has reached an end, and that this is where you will stay for the rest of your life.

Humans were not built for luxurious lifestyles and laziness. We can travel farther than horses, lift cars with adrenaline, and sail across the world; most of the population squander this potential in favor what is easy and entertaining.
Even if you are “successful,” you are never truly living to your potential. No one is, and it’s not possible. However, life is not about reaching some endpoint or point of prosperity, but rather the journey that never ends. Passion should be instilled into your everyday life. It is terrifying to take an unknown leap into what you do not know. To become a doctor rather than an artist is safe, but it is the comfort zone that makes the decision. Some would rather live a plain life than taking a chance on struggling.

Can you feel it now? Can you feel the tingling in your bones you’ve been ignoring to get up, do something? Can you hear the whispers of your true self, your adventurous and daring self? Can you feel the comfort zone smothering your spirit now? Will you do something about it, or has it killed you already?

Author: Zoe Conner

I'm Zoe Conner. I'm writing on a computer named Rambo, which you should only say with a rolled r. I write because I don't want to be just another cog in the machine. I live. I write. That's all you need to know.

4 thoughts on “Comfort Zones”

  1. I feel this on a level I didn’t know I had. Knowing that you’re prone to the clutches of the common comfort zone is one thing but I really enjoyed your outright attack on the concept! I do feel that maybe not all comfort zones are as malicious as you make them out to be, considering the mental health of some people, but I agree with your opinion for the most part. Great job!

  2. This is a very odd, but also a true and insightful look on comfort zones. I understand the place from which you come and I fully agree.

  3. I really enjoyed the imagery you put into the concept of a comfort zone, and how constricting and deadly it can be. Like Charolette, I’m not entirely sure if I agree with the fatality of a comfort zone but I do see how it can be limiting. Really, really nice overall. Good job.

  4. The way you portrayed comfort zones as you put it as “malicious and evil” really got to me. as a person who would rather stay put ,but has that taste for adventure, your point of view resonated with me on a spiritual level, and makes me really think about what I could be doing besides lounging around all day.

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