Comfortably Agitated

Discomfort equals agitation. Once you are agitated, you have a decision to make, you relieve that agitation or you grit and bear it. We have all been in a situation where we recognize we need to move, but that itch or agitation is bearable enough to stay put. You can relate this to anything, dead-end job, bad relationship, etc. Often times, the fear of the unknown, the fear of failure or complacency keep us from relieving ourselves of bad situations.

It’s all about tolerance. If you can tolerate the agitation you current state is pressing upon you for whatever reason, you’re less likely to move out of it. For example, the turning point in a relationship that is on its way to ending. Certain things that didn’t bother you before bother you. Doubt sets in about whether this person is for you or not. However, this is overrun by the fear of being alone. You may be so intertwined with that person and their life that getting out will cause more discomfort. Maybe you just don’t want to start over again. Transition and change are always scary, but can be exciting. Sometimes it’s just your time to move on, whatever the situation may be. Discomfort is not always bad.

Comfort or complacency equals stagnation. We’ve all been there too. Things are comfortable in our lives. We are decent. Things can always be going better, but things are alright. We fall into the mediocre. Our job isn’t what we dreamed of, but at least we are working (some people don’t have jobs). Billy treats Sue like crap sometimes, belittles her on occasion, but he provides for her and plans to marry her in the next ten years. We often get caught in the daily grind, and our hopes and aspirations get lost in the shuffle. Complacency has the tendency to kill innovation, stifle creativity, and destroy progression. But, comfort is not always bad either.

I am convinced that living with a good balance of discomfort and comfort is key to living life to the fullest. Yes, I am making ends meet, and I am provided for, but I want more. Yes, I’m comfortable in this relationship, but has it become stagnate? Am I settling? I’m comfortable living in my hometown, but are there opportunities elsewhere that I should pursue. I don’t advocate creating discomfort in your life, but if it is the byproduct of a pursuit towards something greater, welcome and embrace it.

Reserves

We were in the thick of things if you will
As thick as thieves with a sleeve full of tricks
Hearts as heavy as bricks
Always on the up and up never slick
But she clipped out all the good and left the average man
So my warm welcomes turned to cold goodbyes
Open arms to folded ones
Come hither stares to barely there
Falling out of love is slow and painfully draining
Dark clouds loom we both waiting for it to start raining
State of emergency call in the reserves

Howd you get away never though I’d see the day
I’d look back and regret
I wish I could go back to when we met
Nervous cold sweat
You swept no fret two stepped into
My world
Heavy heart
Cold shoulder
Too sharp
Don’t harp on your past
I wasn’t there don’t
Give up
Give us
One chance
To erase this damaged warped view of the world
Perhaps maybe
Let go
Bag lady,
You’re going to hurt your chance
Carrying all those those bags like that.
Love me
Change me
Keep hope
In your mind without it, you’ll feel numb
Can’t you see the good
In you
Shine bright
Hold tight
We’ve got the world to conquer
One step
Two minds
Your heart
Trust me.

Stripped

I stripped down
I’ve walked a thousand miles in my shoes
So I strip down to my bare feet
Take a while to feel the grass beneath
I walked and wore my soles down
Soul searching until I kneeled down
Unlaced from the less important things
Retraced my journey to learn from the things I have seen
Life is lived in the grays
Infinite shades
We say, live day-by-day
But we all live today with tomorrow in mind
If not you’ll fall behind
To catch a ride on a meaningful journey
Can I buy a ticket?
We’re all unfit, the blind leading the blind
I can’t retrace the steps he’s taking
The blind have many faces
Many qualms, different color palms
Embrace them.
Because we all are just living
Retrace the steps of father time
We all live lives, until we die.
I pray when I look back and retrace my steps
I dug deep
Will I ever sleep?