Humans are so beautifully made. We have a special coping mechanism that everyone has and needs to improve. A good coping mechanism in theory. Comfort.
Sometimes, our comfort may come from other people. Other times it may come from a certain comfort food...it might be a favourite book, a song with comforting lyrics or a nice tv show and so on....comfort may also come from SH, smoking, or getting drunk - but this type of comfort is destructive and I hope that you realise that this is not a good type of comfort.
However, only things from the outside seem to give us comfort. Isn't it weird?
We could be someone else's comfort place, yet we can't be our own.
I find comfort in listening to the rain hit the ground, I find comfort in eating pasta....getting a hug, being able to help others, and talking with my mom, walking, admiring nature...
I don't get comfort in staying with myself...I just can't stand my thoughts sometimes, which I know, is ironic given the fact that this book is filled with my thoughts.
My 11:11 wish today is that one day, we will be able to be our own comfort place.
