The comfort zone is the most dangerous place on earth.It's the place were you dive in laziness and your mind gets blurry.The total numbness overcomes you. Everything else seems to be so far away and so difficult, so you just avoid it. Your home, your couch, your friends and family. This is were you feel safe (and what safety!) This is were you really know how things work. And if they don't, they don't, but it's ok. It's your comfort zone. You feel good there. Not moving. Not questioning. Nothing stinks or itches there. Things are fine. So fine! You wish it would never change.
And it doesn't. It's static. It doesn't move. It doesn't live. It's like a snapshot of a crime scene. A dead body inside thick, white lines sprawled out the blood stained floor. Surrounded by yellow and black tape that divides the street in two spaces: one, where life happens and one, were nothing can be touched or moved or changed. It's a crime scene. Don't touch anything! Don't cross the line!
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