Being Grateful for Discomfort

There is just one life for each of us: our own. ~Euripide

Yes, I know that’s hard to imagine. We all enjoy comfort, but the most amazing thing about the lack of it is knowing that it’s nothing more than the chaos before the recreation of something better than what it was before. The evolution of life and ourselves is a constant cycle of chaos and comfort. Each level of chaos is the redirection and movement of energy into new form where it becomes once again comfortable and familiar until once again it turns over into yet another cycle of chaos. It’s a process of rebuilding and renewing and we can be confident that it will always lead to a new level of comfort that will be more enjoyable than the next as long as we allow it to rebuild us for the better and not get lost in the confusion. By lost I mean lose hope that something bigger and better is being formed. If we see chaos as a meaningless and random frenzy of disorder that we have no effect upon whatsoever, we lose hope. This is when we never reach a new level of comfort, that place of satisfaction where we rest and enjoy what we’ve created. What an exhausting approach! If we see chaos; however, as an orderly rebirth of energy into new forms and allow ourselves to be a part of that newness, to float along, eyes open and reveling at the wondrous opportunities all around us, chaos takes on meaning and order and purpose and ultimately the discomfort can become adventurous and exciting and sharpen your senses. This is the spirit of adventure and an intricate part of living The Unabridged Life.

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