The subjectivity of my life plagues me.
Are comfort zones beneficial for our progression as Human beings? In my life at the moment, i believe that I have no comfort zone to retreat to when life seems to turn a blind eye on me. My sanctuary seems to be my own consciousness, and at other times unconsciuosness.
In turn does this make me more aware of my soroundings, because of my opportunity to view them unbiasedly, or less aware due to my lack of "mingle"? I seem to posses the cruel tool of over-analysation, sending my insecurities on a frenzied mission of paranoya. In a social scheme, when this plagues people they tend to run to their comfort zones and claim sanctuary.
Is this a beneficial reaction to "uncomfortablilty"? Shouldn't we view our problems as fuel rather then emotional barracades to a higher mode of thought and actions.
