If you never leave your comfort zone, you never travel, and you always have a reason or excuse for not trying something new, then you may be wasting your life. The universe is an amazing place. There is so much to learn, so much to experience. If you’ve closed yourself off to most of it, then your life will reflect that.
If you don’t read enough or you only read one book over and over again, swearing off all other forms of knowledge, then you are closed off and you’re not challenging yourself enough. Get out there and embrace the world. Hug the hurricane. Dance with the apocalypse. Stretch your comfort zone until your bursting with fear and trepidation, and then move back to your “safe place” and heal. Keep doing that over and over again, stretching more and more, and you will grow in ways that will stagger your soul and make your heart say “wow!”……Gary Z. McGee
sometimes, a little lecture sets us back on course, asks us to step out of the comfort zone…..to let the colors fly……to move away from our tiny smallness and into this amazing life…
We become more worthy the more we bend our minds to the impersonal. We become better as we take in the universe, thinking more about the largeness that is and less about the smallness that is us……Rebecca Goldstein
I want my heart exploding, regularly. Every word needs to pump out of me like unsteady droplets of paint splattering across the floor. I want some of that paint to get on my shoe and want to decide to leave it there because hey, it looks good and gives me character. That’s what I want for my words. I want them displayed proudly as glistening petals of paint or as anything else that gives a rush and a blush and a real, pulsating feeling that doesn’t end and never never loosens. I felt myself boxed in by these words as they echoed around my skull in weird, constant oscillations that didn’t feel right. I thought the box might be around my heart, because I’m human and we all seem to have this protective little shell surrounding that precious organ.
But then I realized that I don’t want to beat against the walls of the box around my heart because I don’t want a box around my heart. I don’t want to keep any part of myself locked away. I’ve got baskets brimming with love, ready to be given freely and openly; baskets that demand nothing in return. And I can’t give them away if I keep them in some sort of icky brown box.…..Julia Garcia