I suppose that comfort is a thing to write about. It means so many different things to people. For me personally, it means having peace of mind about my life and not stressing about things that I cannot control. Sure, there are physical comfort things, but I find that those are more easily dealt with once my mind is at ease about things. I believe that greed is the greatest cause for lack of comfort in our lives. Unfortunately, greed is a monster that will devour you if you allow it to take control over your life.
I don’t think that anyone has ever achieved comfort through the pursuit of material possessions. I suppose that there are those who will claim to have comfort from all the things that they have accumulated throughout a lifetime, but I wonder at what price they managed that. I find that constantly pursuing something to make me more comfortable ends up with me feeling even less comfortable than I was before. The chase is exhausting, and I don’t believe it is worth the effort. I speak from experience, I used to move heaven and earth to stay up to date with the latest tech fads. I was never guilty of the same pursuit regarding fashion or entertainment, I suppose that taught me the discipline to gradually wean me away from the tech toys issue. I am convinced that there is psychology at work with the entire definition of comfort as it relates to material possessions.
I love my life now. I would not trade it for anything because I am comfortable at last. The insane burning desire to accumulate is finally in the past. I take more pleasure in everyday things now, and I allow them to bring me comfort. I take comfort from life and it helps me to enjoy my life even more. I don’t claim that my life is perfect, that would be impossible. I mean that I am at the point where comfort comes from within. This is the lesson that took me many years to learn and I still don’t claim to have mastered it completely, but I know that I am on my way.