A remainder of two

Will you choose courage or comfort? Courage, the will to change, to take matters into your own hands, or comfort, the trap of security, the complacent passivity not desiring change at all?

Comfort all the way baby.
Sheesh, why is it worded in such a way that paints courage in a positive light compared to the other? Comfort is the reward of courage, its doting, gentle wife. Courage is the beauty born from facing what hurts you, taking that risk that you might get worse than before, crippling you beyond healing. Courage is inspiring. Once you have succeeded, victorious from the war with your own fears, comfort welcomes you home. Comfort kisses you saying that you never have to go through that again, that nothing needs to change for the better for what you already have is the best. Comfort lets your mind be free, relaxed, finally having your just desserts after everything. It is contentment, simple joys, and the security that tells you everything will be alright when you wake up tomorrow.

And when courage has failed, when the risk brings no reward, to comfort it runs to recuperate. Courage, just like simply trying something for the first time, does not ensure you success. Still, to keep trying and facing what hurts you consecutively without rest chips away at your strength, and ourage becomes recklessness. Come to comfort, and when your wounds have recovered, courage restored and ready to emerge, go beyond yet again. At its worst, comfort is apathy and clinging on the easy route, afraid of change. But comfort is also your safe space, the place you know will make you happy.