We now live in a century of comfort. We’ve become the masters of instant gratification. Everything’s ours with the push of a button.
Want to buy something?
Amazon will deliver it to you.
Want to watch a movie or tv show?
Neftlix and HBO Go.
Want to listen to music?
Anything you want, there’s an app for that.
You don’t even have to talk to another human being on the phone anymore.
But the side effect of this is that comfort is starting to feel like a prison.
In this world of instant gratification, no one wants to do things the hard way anymore. Even rattling the bars of our cage feels like hard work.
And we’ve mistaken comfort for happiness, without realizing that the easier it is to get something, the less you appreciate it.
You do not appreciate what you get for what it is, but for what you have to become to have it.
It’s as simple as that.
As I often say, the struggle alone pleases us, not the victory.
Comfort bypasses the need for transformation as a means to achieving goals, and thus provides us with an opportunity to discard our humanity.
Tell that to those who cry because their iPhones were delivered to them a day later than it was supposed to in a world where two billion people are having trouble finding drinking water.
When we expect everything in life to come fast, cheap, and easy, we’re setting ourselves up for misery and failure.
The truth is that a comfort zone is the place one goes if one wants to die.
If you’re not willing to take a walk, you’ll never run a marathon. If you’re not willing to write a sentence, you’ll never finish writing a book. If you’re not willing to work as an intern, you’ll never own your own company.
Most of all, if you’re not willing to feel uncomfortable, you’ll never be happy, because discomfort is part of the formula for happiness.