“I was too deep in my comfort zone.” The words had barely escaped my mind, urging their way towards my tongue when I caught them and reeled them back to the place in the corner, where they belong.
Because it was true, and still can be true. At one point, or numerous points, there have been days where I stay put. I don’t seek adventure, as I always dream of doing. I become lazy in my appetite to learn, to do, to move in this city that has a plethora of action. Fleeting moments of time that I am not in the moment. I forget that magic is happening. I’m missing it.
I’m missing it as I focus on mundane tasks that take over our every day. I’m focused on growing up. On being mature. On wearing the right thing. On reading the same feeds. And in that comes a bubble that encompasses our actual being. We become the person who is not free from ourselves. So focused on what we are doing, however insignificant, and where we are going, we forget we can dream bigger. There’s more. We can witness change and movement and magic and living in the moment of freedom; of being ourselves without any idea, or care for that matter, of what anyone else is thinking.
That would be outside my comfort zone. Live freely from your judgement of yourself. You could change the world.