A look at comfort

What is it that man seeks? Ultimately his greatest desire, is security. We leap into the fire to learn about ourselves, only to return to our ever so comfortable ways. We all look forward to comfort, one might even say that the lust for hard work is born out of comfort. For isn't it so that the end of the tunnel of hard work is rest? The end of a period of loneliness is comfort in another's arms. For even the end of the quest for the meaning of life or the mind of God is a comfort issue, we want to feel in place, in bedded to the world. Meaning provides such comfort as it gives the individual a sense of 'must act like so'. It is comfortable as it dictates the course of action for individuals, thus removing the responsibility behind their choice.

Falling into place, like a jigsaw piece into the puzzle is by far the most comfortable route to take. It means you will not move, but will be held together by the might of others. For we are mammals, comfort means we will survive.

For those whom seek the greatest fruits of life, they must take a leap out of what they are accustomed to. Plunge into the fire, without malice, but as a traveler. To take your spirit to a level you have never reached before, to find yourself and understand yourself. Do not simply look at the disaster the fire has caused, look at the catalyst is has been in reinvigorating your being. Once you step out of the fire you will have battled it with your own might, your own self with tools that you were not aware you had. You will be elevated compared to where you were before the scourge.

With this elevation, one can find greater places to plant their feet. This place will surely give you greater comfort, alike climbing a staircase. One step up only leads you to stand still on a higher plain.

One can also move in and out of their sanctuary. Understand themselves, within themselves. The moments of awe, the moments of self love are surely the sweetest tasting fruits of all. For another can love you whilst your self-love is absent, but one with self-love is validated without the need of others.

This self-love is not selfish. It is knowing you will die, but living in an aura of serenity. Being of the self, aware of your being, selfish in that you hold this self-love high on it's deserved pedestal., but selfless in that your sense of empathy guides your interactions with others. You do not repress your instincts because you are a slave, simply other peoples feelings of goodness serve your basic instinct. You are holy without God. Good, without fear. You simply understand other people and act to produce genuine feelings from them. You do not please them like an insecure being, you are simply willing to give up what you have for another. Your self-love is so grand that, all you care for is serenity. Knowing that you must strive to create your life as an abode of serenity, you do not chase the ever so fleeting highs of knowledge. Your instinct now is to live the serene. Be the tranquil. It doesn't matter if you are a king or cleaner, the measure of a man is his serenity. His ability to be in ecstasy of life, whilst other row and miss the point. Why row if there may be no point? Why harm if there may be no point? Why chase the tail of your ego if there may be no point?

Live in your moment, inside your sanctuary, and when others want to join invite them in in herds.