“Comfort comes into your house first as guest, then as a host, then finally as the master.” — David Bowie
Playing it safe is the siren song of comfort.
It is the Dream Killer... luring you to inaction with dulcet tones. Life is safe here. It is easy to comprehend. Everything is in its place. Failure is a rare occurrence.
And in this quiet space, your dreams die a slow, agonizing death.
Safety is an illusion. Staying in one place too long invites the eyes of predators. They feed on the softness comfort brings. They delight in indecision. Your dreams are a delicacy. The longer you linger, the more they take from you.
Failure is avoided at all costs. But your perception is a great deception. For the greatest failure of all is inaction.
No testing of limits.
What does inaction beget?
The fruit of inaction is a life of regret fueled by an ever growing list of might-have-beens and dreams left unfulfilled. The world moves on while you stay put. The silence that now surrounds you is deafening.
You are in great danger on your island of comfort. Throw caution to the wind. Take flight to places unknown. Escape the Dream Killer before its fangs take hold.
Dreams require motion. You must soar to reach them. The fog of your isolated island obscures them. Only the act of breaking free uncovers the course to be plotted.
Comfort sows the seeds of defeat. Counter it with the action.
🤔 Food for Thought:
What dreams of yours lie unfulfilled?
Do you even know the shape of them, obscured as they are on your isolated island of comfort?
What is the greater risk? Action or inaction?
⚙️ One Small Step:
I am reminded of Stephen King’s Langoliers. As time moves on, these creatures devour the past. When you find yourself favoring comfort over action, remember them well. They are coming for the very past you now occupy.