I Miss Feeling Uncomfortable

Discomfort overseas is one of the wonderful experiences in my life. It has a lasting impact, a feeling everyday in my life. Last year, after living in Swansea, Wales, I was cycling on a bicycle along the coast of the Atlantic coast. Let's think about one mile quarter of the night under the moonlight, the world and my whereabouts. But I could not see the sun, did not tell anyone, I got used to the days I was riding a rusty bicycle every day in the rain.

I finally figured it out. I really miss it very much. I do not know whether to get off the correct street or descend from the right place. I lack the tension that I go to work for the first time. I miss the uncertainty and anxiety I felt during the first night of this big city. At some point in our lives, each of us will fall into this trap ... it does not matter. To be honest, the trap feels wonderful - but it does not feel perfect. I believe our life is the most complete when we meet new people who challenge us, and when we really live, when we overcome our limitations, our lives are most complete.

What will happen if we miss something? What is involved in this process? Many times, something's loss has been proved to be an attempt to create discomfort in the pursuit of cultivation. I missed the idea, edited, disinfected, romanticized, overlooked the perfect version, regardless of experience, personality, duration, or place. I should really bleach a rosy retro lens. When I am deeply immersed in nostalgia, I often try to solve nuances of human condition, attributes that can be resolved. I am convinced that some things should not be resolved yet. If all wounds healed, what is the opinion on the ability to close due to the importance of this person, experience or place? What did you say? Perhaps we prefer something that will remain in its original state.

We all have social circumstances and we are not talking about that period, so we all say "when will we come to the moon". why? That period gives us discomfort. Why is this? I do not know. Perhaps our social norm is made by Anglo-Saxons, Protestants who are uncomfortable wealthy, prejudiced in relation to bleeding and breeding.