Comfort is fools gold

Stability is a luxury nobody’s ever been able to afford before now. The sense of adventure has withered from our generation. Maybe one day I’ll be the crazy guy talking nonsense, that people point and laugh at. But I’ll run that risk at the expense of normalcy and my soul. The fool takes the golden keys without understanding what the trade off is. Maybe I’ve been in one too many crazy situations. Maybe my world view is warped. But you cant expect me to not roll the dice here and there.

We exist in a comfort bubble, a life thats forgotten what its like to fight for what you believe in. The meats cut, sliced and ready, fruits picked. Groceries delivered via Instacart. You ever watch a pig get its neck cut. You wont forget it. At least the first time.

Same thing is happening in society. Convenience is the death of the west. The traditions aren’t being handed down, Uber Eats premium is. There are hold outs, pockets. But few and far between. Thats not to say my life hasn’t been convenient. I’m a white guy from massapequa. Of course I’ve had luxuries afforded to me. But you can spend all day at a desk on Instagram reels creating shareholder value, while your wife is being plowed by the neighbor. Maybe thats harsh. But maybe the Joneses are cucks. Who knows. But it’s comfortable, until its not.

I lived in Iowa, Illinois, Florida, Georgia, and Louisiana last year. Day to day in a system that could replace me at any moment. But I ran the route and rolled the dice. I didn’t know if i could buy groceries for that week. But I have stories you wouldn’t believe if I told you. At some point I will be forced to quit this lifestyle, but I pray i never loose the appetite for adventure that put me in a Spanish church asking God what I should do next. Cause I’m lucky to write this, I’m lucky to post this, and I’m not too comfortable in a country that I don’t speak the language.

They say that the chicken is committed, she produces eggs every day. But the pig is dedicated in order to make bacon.