Discomfort is not the enemy of a good life
not the specter that hounds our American Dreams as media and materialism makes it seem nor is bursting at the seams with surplus the marker of victory in our war against existential dread for while we lie awake in our plush poster beds we are still made uneasy and dreadfully
our satin sheets become the linings of coffins and air magicked to our conform to our comfort shifts to the stale stuffy prison of a pharaoh's crypt full of treasures that others measure meant for pleasure but only in metaphor as we toss and turn away from inconvenient truths our luxuries preferred as proofs that the deeper aches
of hearts unmoored can be finally ignored and we look towards a future of “better” and even more so we score our successes on avoiding messes while stockpiling suits and dresses stressing our material blessings as evidence that “keep moving forward” is the antidote to ever having to find value in the uneasy ambivalence of unlimited potential in a present moment telling ourselves that peace of mind is a treasure we can only find through the daily grind of time against our mortal coil and that blind faith in what awaits is somehow excuse for merely enduring pain rather than embracing it, dreaming of rainbows and never stopping to shiver in the rain our bodies dancing with the delight of discomfort that says
- life is happening now - growth is happening now - everything possible in this moment is happening now - and there is a fullness in it a gravity of consequence as all that unfurls in the space of a second stands on the fixedness of every single thing that happened before a common-sense observation ignored by our existential procrastination, not commutable to the future of only possibility or a reworking of an immutable past no - this - discomfort cries - is all you’ve got - it invites us to attention as it makes mention of what is and what is not; and both what we’ve got as well as correcting what we thought our lives had built to in this moment it bids us foment a charge into the unknown to embrace a race to the center of ourselves as we
delve deeper into the caverns of our own potential a whole world at our fingertips if we could only move toward our pain rather than fleeing into the safety of things that keep us still while saying we’re moving forward
-rrf