Thanks for sharing your thoughts about comfort and discomfort. I agree that both of these feelings are a part of every day, and should be a part of every day. To achieve growth, one must experience something uncomfortable. And thank goodness we get to go to that place of comfort when we need to replenish our energy or passion.
Marti – You are right…we can use both sides – comfort and discomfort to grow ourselves. The magic is knowing ourselves well enough to be able to seamlessly move between the two. That said, the more you play in the uncomfortable area the more comfortable it becomes. As soon as it is…that is a sign you are ready to move to the next level I think. We know ourselves and our hearts best. All we really need to do is listen to what they tell us.
Yes – from Sterling Hayden’s book on taking his kids sailing. Not just for the weekend, not just around the Bay as his wife thought, but for a year and around the world. Called the Wanderer, it is one of the most remarkable books that I have ever read. It is a bible for a chosen life
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea… “cruising” it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.
“I’ve always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can’t afford it.” What these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of “security.” And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine – and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need – really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in – and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all – in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?
Rob, Thank you so much for sharing this. It’s so on the mark…I love it. There is much richness to life. Why oh why would one choose to sit on the sidelines by burying themselves in what others define as success? I am so drawn to people who choose to live the life that was meant for them.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts about comfort and discomfort. I agree that both of these feelings are a part of every day, and should be a part of every day. To achieve growth, one must experience something uncomfortable. And thank goodness we get to go to that place of comfort when we need to replenish our energy or passion.
Marti – You are right…we can use both sides – comfort and discomfort to grow ourselves. The magic is knowing ourselves well enough to be able to seamlessly move between the two. That said, the more you play in the uncomfortable area the more comfortable it becomes. As soon as it is…that is a sign you are ready to move to the next level I think. We know ourselves and our hearts best. All we really need to do is listen to what they tell us.
Yes – from Sterling Hayden’s book on taking his kids sailing. Not just for the weekend, not just around the Bay as his wife thought, but for a year and around the world. Called the Wanderer, it is one of the most remarkable books that I have ever read. It is a bible for a chosen life
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea… “cruising” it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.
“I’ve always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can’t afford it.” What these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of “security.” And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine – and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need – really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in – and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all – in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?
Rob, Thank you so much for sharing this. It’s so on the mark…I love it. There is much richness to life. Why oh why would one choose to sit on the sidelines by burying themselves in what others define as success? I am so drawn to people who choose to live the life that was meant for them.