comfort

what is being comfortable?

is it possible to be perfectly at ease? It's impossible to be comfortable at all times,( I assume, or else that is my new personal aspiration) because then life would be easy. One could be happy, or at least content with things as is, then no goals would be pursued. No changes would be made, and life's tests and winds would point to nothing.

Then why is it that when faced with a number of challenges, seeing the practical aspect of life's discomforts, am i not sure? Why do I think that everything has a resolution? A happy resolution at that... and if it does, which it should for everyone, why do I keep thinking it will happen tomorrow? then what would i do for the next (scientifically expected) 65 years?

Too many question marks in this posting.

As I am taking each day as it comes, noticing many, if not all moments, I have been noticing the occasional discomfort in the present. well, present that is in consideration of the future, which then makes me fearful of any change and movement.


But in any case, I am too young to care about things that don't yet exist and that haven't even began to be imagined or created. And if I don't "feel right", fuck it. I'm sure it will be a good thing to think {and blog} about in the end.