Comfort

I was always afraid of becoming a fat comfortable man in an expensive car. The one who’s too comfortable in his life and knows the answer to every question. This kind of comfort – dull, tempting – always scared me.

I remember feeling being in a wrong place during winter in Toronto. That’s when it was scary – I didn’t want to be stuck there for years and years, because that would’ve been really easy – just go to work and collect the comfortable paycheck and keep on rolling. I was lucky some events happened, triggered by COVID, that shook it all up.

Right now I have no risk of turning into that person but I can never know. Things can change fast and things can stay the same for a really long time.