Thoughts running through my head....

Sometimes the world can seem like a scary place, where we feel like the only safe place is in the arms of comfort. Be it in the arms of your mom, or simply looking out a familiar window at a view that you have come to know like the back of your hand. Comfort is a strong drug, one that many rely on, in times of sadness, depression and loneliness. Some find it at the bottom of a bottle of wine, or perhaps at a crowded club surrounded by loud music and dancing, laughing and drunk strangers.Others find it within themselves, a place they go in order to escape, a book, a piece of clothing. The former symbolizing distraction and excitement, a temporary escape from reality to lift the mood, or the latter, a constant, a piece that has been by your side no matter what. We all have our comfort drugs. The scary thing about being thousands of miles away from home, where your drug could be friends and family, love and support, physical affection and familiarity, is that it becomes unattainable. You are forced to substitute your drug for something else, something new, you have been taken outside your comfort zone, and away from your comfort drug. The struggles that come with this void can be difficult, that can make you stronger and tougher, and they can make you weaker. The choice is ultimately up to you. A temporary drug could be the solution, but its never quite the same. Some people find a new, better drug, that pushes the previous one out the water, these are the people that usually stay in their new place, a new country, a new job, this is rare, and quite amazing for the person who didn't know what they were missing out on in the first place. Leaving our comfort zones force us to discover ourselves on a deeper level, we are forced to be exposed without being wrapped up in protection. It's this exposure that really gives us a greater perspective on ourselves and the world. We become more defined, more specific in the things we want and desire, we are able to distinguish better between the right and the wrong paths, we develop a thicker skin, that could protect us even more in the future. Sometimes it takes struggling at your weakest point, without your comfort drug, where you feel helpless and desperate and worthless that you clutch at anyone and anything to feel normal again. It's this deepest struggle we experience that ultimately awards you with the biggest comfort in the end, comfort within yourself, for yourself, about yourself. It's from this acknowledgement we become true to ourselves, and the rest falls into place.