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The Dilemma of 'Comfort vs Excitement!

Most extroverts have transverted into introverts due to the forced 'WFH' in the pandemic. Work-life balance has been taken so seriously in the last couple of years, that we dread the idea of going back to the pre-pandemic full-time office structure. The comfort of WFH is disturbingly overwhelming! Most people are molded in this new structure of living the same day, every day! 

One might think, what is the point of being alive if every day we are just doing the same things? Is it ok if we are neither satisfied with it nor looking forward to the next day? Living alone, away from the family, society, and the usual circle of the so-called 'people we know.' Some of us feel free. 

We don't have to pretend or be afraid of judgment, we don't have to lie to save ourselves from anything or anyone. We don't have to go through the usual process of people controlling and manipulating (or punishing the untamable ones). Making us feel guilty, regretful, and confused about losing a part of our life. And then abandoning us as they have nothing more to destroy. We feel free, free from, and out of this vicious cycle... 

No person in this cycle is satisfied though, some know about it and still choose to stay or have no way out. Some people don't even have an idea that they are not satisfied or happy. They are confused about what they are pretending and what the actual truth is. Or maybe, they are too conditioned to act and feel a certain way. They are unaware that life can be lived in different ways too. 

They are tied around an invisible structure that is too strong and massive to leave. They are terrified to step out of the structure's radius. As the new places are too unfamiliar, unpredictable, and scary. 

People want excitement but also cannot leave the generally accepted and respected cloistered life, comfortable and usual life, unsatisfied and mundane life... 

So, they often cross paths with their fantasies. And when they stumble into their dreams, they grab them as close as possible. Try desperately to live that dream, feel the ecstasy, and satisfy their soul. Soon they wake up to realize it's not the reality. They are too weak to embrace that dream and turn it into a reality. So, they go back to the same, old, safe reality, missing the chance that the universe gave them.

Illusions look pretty from far away but it takes a lot of courage to check their depth. Sometimes it's a coping mechanism. We create illusions to feel the ecstasy of that unlived dream. But soon the illusion starts to fade. 

We find ourselves running behind the oasis. People facing the winter season often ignore the beautiful snowfall and crave a summer beach holiday. While on the other side of the hemisphere beaches start feeling too hot and sweaty, and stinky and boring! Here, people crave the Christmas hour, the jingles, the snowflakes, and the mistletoe.

Their curiosity is spiked by imagining the picture beyond the horizon. As it's a mystery, an unknown hope of a more exciting life. Where nothing is mundane and life is a carnival. That's what they have heard in the stories. This idea pulls them like a magnet every single moment and so one day, they gather courage and leave.

What do they find? Is the other side of the horizon as exciting as it sounded to be? For some people, it might be an escape from their horrible and twisted realities. Some may find their next comfortable space on the way. Some may fall in love with the journey itself never feeling the need to look forward to a destination. 

But, for some, it might be just a ride to Disneyland where after taking those exuberant experiences and thrilling rides, at the end of the day they feel tired and all they want to do is head home to their bed and have a comfortable, same, old, mundane goodnight!!!


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